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*Dead grass crunches beneath our feet Wild onion rules the breeze Winter arbors lay exposed and barren Gravel roads are hard packed , abandoned Capricious Blackbirds hold their power line perch , day runs quiet across the frozen earth* ..
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
The January Farm ...
*Dead grass crunches beneath our feet Wild onion rules the breeze Winter arbors lay exposed and barren Gravel roads are hard packed , abandoned Capricious Blackbirds hold their power line perch , day runs quiet across the frozen earth* ..
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