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Stars never it seems stay still. All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts
She liked the months of October and November. The brilliant reds oranges and yellows and then the decaying browns
All of this was to her a statement of skeletons; the caw of blackbirds and the future of red cardinals against snow
Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat and its choreography of light and darkness in nimble piroettes
‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’
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REVISIT
This was Monday WRites # 370
A HAPPY NOVEMBER
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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