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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ cold silver disc above stripped maple limbs— night’s sharp exhale. foxes trace frost through brittle husks of corn. field mice freeze. your light bleaches every hollow, spills across stone. no warmth left here, just the owl’s call and wind’s teeth. harvest done. earth sleeps hard beneath you.
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