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A Tumwater Morning

It was cold and it was slow
air, and white and white and blue and white sky.

It was breath and it was cold
air, and frost that gathered white on white glass.

It was six and it was dawn
cold, the sun spun no heat though bright and gold.

It was sun and it was slow
dawn, and breath running gathered white in blue sky.                                       

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