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poem submitted to "Bite-Size #141" poetry contest, Line Gauthier, sponsor 4/8/2029
Mist gathers on the hollowed air, a pale hush trembling toward dawn, listening for the unseen. Moon-threads loosen from the sky, falling like quiet thought, listening for the unseen.
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