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a sun disappears behind a low horizon summer solstice ends; starting tomorrow six months of shortening days ending in long winter nights; cold winds have begun cutting deep into my bones a frostbitten nose ice fingers around my throat; soon summer is spent then another year has passed our final winter draws near
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Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
chōka 8
a sun disappears behind a low horizon summer solstice ends; starting tomorrow six months of shortening days ending in long winter nights; cold winds have begun cutting deep into my bones a frostbitten nose ice fingers around my throat; soon summer is spent then another year has passed our final winter draws near
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dthornhill
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Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
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