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The dry land speaks exposed— Cold, crisp, fragile. Thin ice dips and meets river bottom A fracturing like parched skin on bone Whip sound cracks Splitting the blue sky open In a ****** of crows One cries For the absence of snow A sharp echoing decree. “I am sorry,” I call back, but it fades into the wind— A lover’s plea Writ too late.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 4:20 PM UTC
The Dry Land
The dry land speaks exposed— Cold, crisp, fragile. Thin ice dips and meets river bottom A fracturing like parched skin on bone Whip sound cracks Splitting the blue sky open In a ****** of crows One cries For the absence of snow A sharp echoing decree. “I am sorry,” I call back, but it fades into the wind— A lover’s plea Writ too late.
#climatechange#apology#humanity#winter
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 4:20 PM UTC
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