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Shadow Play: Fennel and Bees

a follow up poem to “White Skirt on the Train”

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Published August 19, 2020

Categorized as Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation Tagged fennel and bees, my work, shadow play, visual poetry

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