This small town
is as deep
as the layers
of life echoing
beneath the streets
and as wide
as the breath of
the wind
that whispers
their stories
Keep walking
More from the ditch
Empty Silos
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Search for me In the woods Where the magpie sings His song of sorrows. Find me underneath The Juniper Tree. Wait for the moon At its fullest And awaken me…