A poem.
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It didn't matter. It was how the pileated woodpecker
squatted to her belly
and draped and dipped her neck,
one side,
then the other,
to her chest
in a rivulet of melted snow.
It was how the wind
rubbed across the pines
and the clear melt
washed down every road rut
all that afternoon.
– Franco Pagnucci
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