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Foxes Christopher Woods Running with them For a time I once divided Into weeks Is like a river that never dries But goes and goes, coasting Over shells and sand beds, The souls of mountains Breaking up, migrating. Being among them Nights in frostbound fields Beneath a ghost moon haze, I need to believe They too are counting stars And all the time between them.

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