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332 There are two Ripenings—one—of sight— Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground— A homelier maturing— A process in the Bur— That teeth of Frosts alone disclose In far October Air.
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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of sight— Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground— A homelier maturing— A process in the Bur— That teeth of Frosts alone disclose In far October Air.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American