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February

Back of a barn along these frozen roads, a month of scrap and splintered wood falters to ash in irresistible flames that rage and lick the passing afternoon into sustaining dark. The lantern moon lingers just above bare, sweeping trees.

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robert-kralapp

American

Published: Aug 23, 2012
LinesWords: 640

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