Dawn. Strips of cloud redden like a ladder of blood. But for sheer augury, nothing can top a blossoming hawthorn at the forest edge issuing a torrent of wood thrush song.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Love “ladder of blood,” “sheer augury,” “torrent of wood thrush song.”
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