. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? — William Stafford
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. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?

— William Stafford
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