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Stark trees on the hill line intertwine with the sky Their branches be parted bent by the wind Sourced from a height Droplets dance Ripples spit Wet doesn't quit No gold in sight at ten degrees Given what is seen only green grey and white

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Published: Feb 19, 2020
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Tags: #stark #branches #height #dance #ripples #wet #degrees #seen

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