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#earlyautumn
the night’s stones weigh heavy like the cloud - everything sinks. the cry of a bird - eerie like a ghost - the night speaks of autumn, of windows now shuttered to the stars, of leaves painted silver and gold. a cat wires his claws to the dark, drops down from a wall, lands with his fur full of sky.
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Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 2:54 PM UTC
the night's stones (...where night is...)