Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		LouAnn Shepard Muhm Dropping the Veil In winter woods trees settle in to their true shapes, and the distant lake becomes visible. Turbine The invisible moves through outstretched arms spinning power we harness and spend forgetting we were made for flight. Next Poem
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