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poem submitted to "Bite Size 142" poetry contest, LIne Gauthier, sponsor, 4/23/2026
dusk settles softly on the open field, a hush drifting through the tall grass, holding the moment still. a lone bird circles the fading light, its wings brushing the edge of silence, holding the moment still.
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