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After Days of RainAfter days of rainthe sky is clear. Almost full, the moon hides in a giant oak until I walk some distance from the house. Midnight, I hear a dog barking. He hears more than I do. Geese straggling north? You too are looking at the moon  just out our kitchen door, in what seems from here another country. After sixty years, they say, one can start again. I think I will need some sleep first. James Koller |