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Sticks And Stones
DF (712 - 770 / Henan Province / China)

Sticks And Stones

Poem By Ruby Redfort

Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
Broken clouds darken after thinning away.
Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken.
And beyond -- white birds blaze in flight.

Sounds of cold-river rain grown familiar,
Autumn sun casts moist shadows. Below
Our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village
Mill: hulled rice, half-wet and fragrant.

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a moment in time captured perfectly


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