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Dec 2020
Drag black stroke
all the way down
in the early hour.

Winter sun rises
late: I'm awake
in this crackling dark,

out on a walk
& starting my day
with the incandescence

of Xmas trees spied
in the windows
of strangers.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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