sans the white blowing cold sky sans the creaking trees stand like gray octogenarians sans icicles arm the eaves like impaling fangs wind chill minus zero nostril juice cracks sans furnaces grumble money out of registers now the trees dotted with buds now robin chirping window knocking now sun blue warm Easter egg powder hues now resurrection Spring .03 9/8
Resurrection Spring
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d.a.simpsonwriter
March 31, 2022 at 9:49 am
Sublime musings
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Brian Peter Hodgkinson
March 31, 2022 at 10:10 am
thank you
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