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| A garden I passed on a walk. |
Slippery slopes
sneak up on you
on a spring warm day
in the afternoon
when silence falls
between cars passing
when quiet contentment
jostles on slippery slopes
with uneasy restlessness.
“When I see a slippery slope, my instinct is to build a terrace.”
~ John McCarthy
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