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Looking to the Harvest

A lunar luster spills a silvershine cascade of nebulating moonshine lilt onto a night-time field, drawing a quilt of pale radiance over the still vine. A myriad of glowing serpentine twines sleep.—but, slithering round its stout stilt, a wakeless plant is working out its tilt.— It’s fruit will not be ripe enough for wine. So see I, amidst the flourishing grape, the withering blossoms of one string; And gazing on this midnight unlandscape, —too, upon this weakling growth, this failing sproutling,—I sense the shiver whispering through the light leaves,—all but those yet ailing.—

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Date: 6/15/2025 5:04:00 PM
What a creative winner you have in this one. Way to go. Congratulations on your name being on the winners' list. Sara K
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Date: 6/15/2025 7:23:00 PM
Thanks :)

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