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  1. Nifty one line haiku, Sheila!

    a rare rain
    this thirst dog bites each drop
    dusty leaves

    The above echo, my mere response to your haiku. _m

  2. SheiIa, I love the way meaning in your monostich folds in on itself leading this reader to experience both the drought and its possible ending. Is it the drought that has been forgotten now that the rain has come, or is it the sound of rain that has been forgotten in the midst of ongoing drought?

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