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inking in thirds

We find ourselves at winter’s center, speaking in snowflakes to a frozen-faced moon.     Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.   

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ink 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!   

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