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Morn’s lingering mist...
Silently skimming
off the water’s edge.
Deft tendrils reach out,
to playfully
taunt and tease...
Digging and uncovering...
Like a slow and worn...
But trusty dredge.
Unearthing unwelcomed
memories of (c)old,
like an abrupt winter’s breeze.
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