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A
young forest growing up under your windows,
and wild sumachs and blackberry
vines breaking
through into your cellar...unfenced
nature reaching up to your very sills.
Instead of no
path to the front-yard gate in the Great
Snow,—no gate—no front-yard,—and
no path to the civilized world.
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