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Beyond the country road that runs behind our home, are open fields. As dawn began to break this morning, I looked out the living room window and saw the shadows of several rabbits in the field--the inspiration for this poem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fingers of pale light creep across the sleeping field~ rabbits, half-shadows, hesitate between two worlds, then vanish like a wish
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