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the scallop shell
was still swinging
from the side of
my backpack as
I walked from home
to our coffee
shop to drop off
cookies and write

still a pilgrim
I suppose this time
in my own town
broken sidewalks
instead of trails
sites made sacred
by our stacks of
stones and stories

the best trails go
in a circle
beginning and
ending with each
other on the way
to where we’ve been
with time to stop
to drink and dream

Peace,
Milton

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