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…dless chill of my madness.God is burying the weak winter sunbelow the horizon. Storm clouds weep.A bitter wind rips leaves from branches.They scatter on the brown grass, dirt,and mud, sodden with rain.
Theodore McDowell
Scarlet Ibis James 🦩
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Powerful. Moving me roughly along the path!!
I am a writer, reader, essayist, published author and editor. https://www.scarletibisjames.com.
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