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her breath frosts the grass she sings high-pitched but softly earth is calm and still fingertips brush roof edges leaving fresh glass icicles
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Ubiquity IV : Seasons : Winter
her breath frosts the grass she sings high-pitched but softly earth is calm and still fingertips brush roof edges leaving fresh glass icicles
#winter#seasons#tanka#frost#icicles#ubiquity
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
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