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a wander through quiet rows, looking for the perfect lantern. wind sweeps golden leaves onto the chosen one. the ax chops away the creeping vines, freeing it from its prison. round and magnificent, it smells of the earth. cradling it like a child, on a ride lined with hay. no pie tonight, but a light is lit in its honor.
