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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Late Winter

Even in winter,
the sun's heat brushes my skin:
seventy degrees.
at 01:06
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Labels: haiku, Pilbara weather, poem

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About Megan Hippler

About Megan Hippler
Hello. I'm Megan: native West Virginian, poet in the Pilbara, mountain lover, and full-time algae farmer.

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