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Closer

Blues that seem destined for the day swirl into maroons of brown and marooned greys Moons haloed face catches itself on the edges of blackened cloud turning gossamer in its hints Pinpricks of stars sway in diminishing concerns Whispers of breeze tipped with a promise of cold yet to come The tendrils of skeletal trees reaching skyward trying to pull the night closer Just a bit

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