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  • When the west sun shines gold
    on the Capitol dome,
    I squint on my walk home.
    If I were blind
    and made this walk
    I think I would
    describe it ... turquoise.
    I can see
    the city spilled out
    before me.
    Now with my eyes
    gold is the color over
    the mountains,
    with the wind
    and the sun
    warming my face,
    I can feel the sun called
    turquoise.

    Poetry by Mianda Wood, Grade 11, Craftsbury, Vermont
    Photo by Josina Munson, Essex High School
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