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Mottled stone
from ancient forest
...fir trees as
living histories
of landscape.
Ancient stone
lifted from its place
warmed by human touch
joins other displaced testimonies
in the pocket of a traveler.
Airborne
Fingered
Warmed
...trying to remember
cool dampness of the
forest floor...
passes from
one to the other.
Token of a place unseen,
friendship becomes its name.

by Jessica Claydon

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