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Well seek the lantern of the drake, on deeper eve, the wisp and will carpeting the tree-line;

a yellow light and tingling of the snake where we were invited. A gyre of the seasons and books in one single swill recalled as night blackens, richer, and glimmering grows still.

The drake broke in spirals when we were invited as February a-dreaming shifts.

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