The wind rustles in the crown of one red oak; all the others are still. A train whistle. The light patches in the clouds fade to blue.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
The wind rustles in the crown of one red oak; all the others are still. A train whistle. The light patches in the clouds fade to blue.
Comments are closed.
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Happy BBirthday. It’s been a pleasure to read.
And a (daresay “the”) wonderful entry to micropoetry.
Thanks, guys! Awfully glad you’re still reading.