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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One midnight stitches join. Mother's thimble gently clinks her thread a silver lunar path. cold wind rattles panes— warmth blooms in patchwork suns. Two faded denim sky, scraps of childhood's yellow dress— geese fly south forever in cotton-battened clouds. snow drifts deep against the windowsill. Three Fingers trace the tear where his army shirt once lived. needle bites the dusk— new cloth bleeds indigo stars over mended emptiness.
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