#11 winter solstice 2014

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I had a momentary transplacement today. While driving, I thinking so hard that when I looked up at the bleached corn against the raw winter sky it was like no place I had ever seen and the colors didn't spell out where I was.

11 winter 14.jpgNothing will tell you

where you are.

Each moment is a place

you've never been.
--Mark Strand, from Black Maps, Poetry (June 1970), published later in Darker (Atheneum, 1971)

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