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Eqar led the age-set outAuthor's Notes
beyond the edge of the village,
then spread the thick woolen blankets
over the soft banks of snow.
This poem came from the August 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from Ellen Million. It may be sponsored for $5 or 5 Torn World credits.
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