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Passing One morning early I saw him go, Alone I watched Him tracing steps Along the musseled shore; Turning he half looked And looked away again, Head bowed he sniffed The salty wind, stumbled And blinked back a tear, Years of silence hurried him on Until he reached the tree, Where two ocean giants tussle, And stooped to grab at the branches. Valerie Fox

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Te Ao Hou, March 1969, Page 23

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Passing Te Ao Hou, March 1969, Page 23

Passing Te Ao Hou, March 1969, Page 23