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White Stag

a poem for yesterday also. straight from a squashed little spot in my notebook 🙂 one has to pursue a poem to capture it: like the White Stag of yore, we must let loose a yell to rival all yells before and gallop headlong down the path that mysterious beast has chosen with abandon, accepting…Read more White Stag