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Thursday, February 20, 2020
Trees and seasons
Dead vines dangle from skeletal maple finger limbs pushed to swinging by a semi truck's breeze. Their mostly yellow-green pods send out the only color of the ensemble.
Trees live backward. Their hands and arms are covered with color when the world lays warm under summer's spell, yet when winter threatens they drop their leaves and stand shivering, uncovered before us all.
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