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.day eighteen

Day Eighteen
eighteenth january

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Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor.
The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a brown like decor.
Bare bodies stand naked, their bones clanging in the wind.
Hoping to soon be reclothed, by winters cool new offerings.

--Robert M. Hensel,
Winters Offerings



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