April 24th 2016

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sit
····closer—April’s moon is cold
········as snow
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This is the best time of year in many ways. I go into the morning with a winter’s coat and return to a summer’s evening. By nightfall, though, frost edges inward from road and forest. The sounds of spring recede and the stars glitter like broken glass.
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170 April 24th 2016 | bottlecap

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