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Reverence

Reverence

A song, through the wind to my ears. A robin withdraws from spatting sparrows to rest in April snow. Wordless, sparks in the mist, crystal airwaves of the evening sky land on my hood. I sense your presence, unseen and formless. Or is it here I see you? Low branches,...
Good Evening

Good Evening

The black ice, treacherous beneath a blackening sky. Bitter wind seeps through chimney bricks. Your presence is so soothing to me, I say, breaking the silence. What? Just having me around? Mmm, just the sound of your puttering. This is not puttering. What would you...

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