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Eventide.

A noonday nonchalance

met with eventide's

remonstrance, ill

at ease with 

the simplicity

of being, fearing

that the moon

may well glower, 

if nothing's 

been achieved...

🌷(6)

◄ We've reached the timberline...

Malevolent. ►

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