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Stitched in Shadows
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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Embers in the Cold
Slipping low, she pours her fire into the cold, molten orange fading, rich and bold. Clouds catch embers, ash-soft, warm and slow, and winter keeps the secret of her glow…
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Ohio’s Edge at Dusk
At dusk the path hugs Ohio’s side, where golden lamps and shadows glide. She drifts along, both dark and deep, with secrets that the currents keep. Through quiet bends and silvered glow, she carries…
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In the Margins of Morning
She stands still where the air softens, black ink on a page of pale light; her branches trace the quiet shape, to tell a story she hopes to write…
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Where Winter Colors Fade
She stands weathered against the cold, as amber clouds flare and fade, blending winter blue into soft purple shade…
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Quiet Flame at Dusk
She leans low, a quiet flame, peeking through trees turned dark and still; light slips between their shadowed frames, soft gold surrendering to evening’s will….
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The Porch Light Hour
The sidewalk rests beneath the fading day, small-town lights glow warm along the way. Porch lamps bloom where soft shadows stay, a quiet pause where evenings gently play…
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Carries River’s Past
She waits where the river chooses to slow, stone-set grace in patient flow. Her walls remember gears and hand, the careful rise, the soft command. Though voices fade and years move on, she holds…
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