She greets the day in December’s brittle gleam, old boards aglow in morning’s quiet beam. Tree shadows lace her sides in ashen gray, while winter-bleached grass waits where autumn slipped away…

December 8, 2024

She greets the day in December’s brittle gleam, old boards aglow in morning’s quiet beam. Tree shadows lace her sides in ashen gray, while winter-bleached grass waits where autumn slipped away…

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