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Transmogrified by winter squalls, the branches of the sycamore have ossified into a cathedral of snow. A red cardinal alights there—a spot of blood, a feathered clot of sin. Hush. Listen to the limbs where he has perched: the nascent cracking of winter’s church.
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Snowscape
Transmogrified by winter squalls, the branches of the sycamore have ossified into a cathedral of snow. A red cardinal alights there—a spot of blood, a feathered clot of sin. Hush. Listen to the limbs where he has perched: the nascent cracking of winter’s church.
jonathan-witte
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
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