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We find ourselves at winter’s center, speaking in snowflakes to a frozen-faced moon. Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.
.. A premeditated murder of smallish crows holds the morning in its ebony breath as they mutilate the sky. .. Also thanks to Grace, found a new fun place to poem – thursdays at ink in thirds. Come play!