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Poem and images from the Winter Nights Exhibit:
Winter Nights
A winter’s softer night abrades the human,
Alone to release of skin,
Once stripped away
Following the red,
The woods, dunes, ground
Fading into shadow disappears,
Only the sky and water left
Speaking in whispers to each other,
Out past that long blue line
We go unseen.
– Rachel Baird