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Indistinct
At first light I paused by the gate,
caught my breath from carrying trash,
and saw a satchelled schoolgirl
indistinct in the mist
walking toward me along the lane.
Coatless, I shivered,
and removed myself from her future.
John Bailey
Lincolnshire, November 2004
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