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For a businesswoman, she is very kind. She is the winter giving her hand to autumn as they trade places. Autumn stands back and watches Winter do her work, covering Autumn's leaves and grass until everything is white, white, white.

for a tortoise, i think i beat the hare. he ran from everything yet always won. whether it was to give up friends or to just be right. now i pass him as he naps on the side of the road. i need a nap too, though.

the frost on the window

spreads like wings on a bird

my hand cools

as the warmth melts the fog away

the rare gift of marks

if anything

marks aren't made enough

at least not for good

i draw