hark the distant cry of autumn wind, the bird-wing slap on trembling ripples. plaintive notes murmur from hollow reeds, the call of wild ducks chants the way homeward, moon shadows of night-time beckoning. tears from my eyes trail through the carbon sink. The old dog scratches at the small graveside
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