three paths to the summit
I take the middle way
Leanne Jaeger
following
my breath—
clear skies
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winter chill
a duck nestles
into itself
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her hair
fanning out
the windswept beach
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sunset—
the last rays of sun
catch in my throat
Leanne Jaeger
Echidna Tracks 