Clouds creased above the sun’s bleary eye. On the sage leaves, hair-thin frost crystals point in all directions—a disheveled pelt.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Clouds creased above the sun’s bleary eye. On the sage leaves, hair-thin frost crystals point in all directions—a disheveled pelt.
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If the wild eye of the sun goes blind,
will I still be able to tell a white lie?
Excellent question, Bob!