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THE WALL
We came to
It first that
Day, the

Way led to
Its close
Where trees

Sought out
Their silent
Repose en-

closed as a
Circular
Tract — we

Didn't turn
Back this time,
It wasn't

Late, the
Leaves just
Right, after

A thought we
Took to the
Left, a

Wood of tur
ning trees
Freed us

From restraint
'til we
Stood out-

side that
Accustomed
Place, wit-

nessed the
Sun steel-
bright from

Where we'd
Come, and then
That wall

Came to sight,
Not to be
Measured

As width or
Height, but
Simply so,

As remote from
Us as summer
Snow, where

We could go
No further.
DAVID JAFFIN
from
Headland #4

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