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Stone Soup Magazine
November/December 2013

By Olivia Cohen

I push a drapery of vines away
And step inside what I think is simply shelter
for the night,
But find much more.
Above my head, the canopy of autumn leaves tinkle
and sway like mobiles
Above the soft grass, the trunks of trees rise out
of the ground like walls, keeping me
Warm and safe.
The titter and swoosh of birds and their feathered wings
calm me into warm, dreamless sleep.

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Olivia Cohen, 10
Denver, Colorado

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