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Thursday, 15 November 2012

229. Barely There

The sliver of moon,
just a slip in the sky,
above the town lights.
at 03:59
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Labels: haiku, Pilbara nights, poem

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About Megan Hippler

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

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      • 243. Happy Sounds
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      • 241. A Lament for Air Conditioning
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      • 237. The Huntsman
      • 236. Office Air
      • 235. Layers of Heat
      • 234. A Lament for Stillness
      • 233. Just Darkness
      • 232. Under Construction
      • 231. Stalking the Raptor
      • 230. The Other Patients
      • 229. Barely There
      • 228. The Decision Collection
      • 227. The Kitchen
      • 226. Lost for Words
      • 225. The Birds
      • 224. Stress
      • 223. Lamenting Nature Sounds
      • 222. Spotting Kangaroos
      • 221. Election Day
      • 220. An Ode to Slowing Down
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      • 217. Dinner Company
      • 216. A Sense of the Seasons
      • 215. Another Day
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