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95 hAyDen CArruth Stepping Backward I waken and lean and look out to see the darkness flee, sunken westward over curving earth, departed like the long ocean running in tide so fast and far it can never return or darken this wide shore. The last green star dies and the trees lean in their green leaves westward as if in yearning and then they straighten. I rise from my window thinking now the new words I must say as I step backward into day. ...

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