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202 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2002
I went back to the grove where we had our picnic. Alone, I attempted to listen to the sound of the water as it tumbled and the whisper of the leaves. I wanted to still time and for one minute try to hear the strange music of eternity, for I do believe that this is from what poetry is created -- lost moments recovered and made timeless.