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Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2013
Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird, seemingly carved from the shadows of sorrow resonant in my soul, rueful and nostalgic, as it soared past this dwelling and moved on.All Rights Reserved
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