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felt our own pulse
advancing with the same wild purpose
as the heron crossing the river.
-A Hike to Little Falls
D. Nurkse, Burnt Island
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November 22, 2008 in saith the poet | Tags: D. Nurkse, Poetry | Leave a comment
felt our own pulse
advancing with the same wild purpose
as the heron crossing the river.
-A Hike to Little Falls
D. Nurkse, Burnt Island
