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The sky I see is made of light,

    the woods — remote — of peace.

Then do pray tell, oh Northern land,

    is this a place for me?

Though far and cold, delight abounds

    for those who walk and see

the mighty green, the Atlantic blue,

    the gentle, downward stream.

When I come back I do realize

    how sweet this life can be.

Among the trees I found my place —

    is this a home for me?

(July 4, 2025)