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First Snow Its fledglings fell almost invisibly, or traveling virtually motionless The next moment it was dropping that had a mind to smother the world having furred the dark humps and in the process drawn something out of the dusk for us, as well as etched so we might look with less fear into this Jason M. Vaughn has published, or has poems forthcoming, in Big Muddy, I-70 Review, Green Hills Literary Lantern, The Little Balkans Review, and The Same. contact |
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