Under a thin grin of moon, the maples reclaiming their red. Three crows wake up with awe in their throats.
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Under a thin grin of moon, the maples reclaiming their red. Three crows wake up with awe in their throats.
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Ah yes, very fine. If only we could all wake with “awe in [our] throats” Thank you.