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Directions on a Map Snow dreams in the trees  drifted long Sky to branch    gathered light into itself    light Unique to air    lightly to lie on gray branches. I feel it ache to awaken    to stretch its all embracing arms And shake it knowing head.    In this compass of woods Time is the pendulum of the heart    and the lessening light In crystal tinged branches upholds the slumbering snow Hovering above black-gray stones like unmoving clouds. When the heart is born in light    stone is simply stone When the heart is empty    the permanence of stone Is meaningful. Yes    and no are invisible lines On the map I have in my hands    a tinker’s hands folding Elusive dreams of requited and unrequited love. ~ James Mackie

Summer 2014 Volume 2, Issue 2

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A compilation of the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Volumes 1 and 2 (2013-2014)

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