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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the moon pours silver over the earth, softly speaking to roots and restless wings. she tugs the tides like threads from a hem, undoing daylight's seams. under her reflected light even stones remember how to dream.
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