old tree
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Her Golden Wait
The golden reach of an April sunset slants low across the yielding grass, tracing her silvered bark and brittle lace before the winter’s shadows pass… Continue reading
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Restless Winds of March
She bends in the March breeze, her brittle limbs groan with weary ease; dry grass sighs in hushed refrain, as time clings to what remains… Continue reading
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