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deer tracks in the snow
forget what you think you know
enjoy being lost
pink and orange clouds
the mountains too are aflame
things unreachable
autumn’s contrition
invites winter's forgiveness
white sweeps of penance
we gust bright colors
a constellation of crows
calls out our prayers
a ****** of crows
unhappy with the morning
lets everyone know
a snow swept morning
the fox flames across the street
an orange brush stroke
the orange lanterns
filling up the night sky
so many souls rise
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