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Drifting
d r i f t i n g in a quiet morning,
the clouds gather light,
softening edges of the sky
with pale silver breath
that folds into itself~
slow and tender,
carrying dawn
across the treetops
in one bright wandering sigh
before they thin again
into open air and
depart
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