Pale Forest Birch forest bare I walk alone there. Creeks streaming Thru the pale. Muffled cries Must be of birds. Mist rolling in the air I think I am nearly there. Where I don't know But there I go. 5/6/21 – Andy McRae
Pale Forest
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Pale Forest Birch forest bare I walk alone there. Creeks streaming Thru the pale. Muffled cries Must be of birds. Mist rolling in the air I think I am nearly there. Where I don't know But there I go. 5/6/21 – Andy McRae
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