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Nov 2012
They rise from the treetops.
Black, hollow, plain.
Looking like black snow
falling from the sky.
They are silent and beautiful.
Against the grey backdrop of
the sky, they are ink drops--
ink drops that
move with the wind.
And just as suddenly as
they appeared,
they are gone.
Tori D
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Tori D
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   -, ---, Kassel D, Joseph Valle and Amastea
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