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Nov 2015
First snow is falling...
melting on the wet road,
flocking the grasses
and crispy leaves.

Smiling sweetly, my
brother eats his last bite
of warm corn pancakes.

Local honey shines
on the empty
white plate.
Β©Elisa Maria Argiro
Elisa Maria Argiro
Written by
Elisa Maria Argiro
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