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Draft

it is summer but

leaves are browning

pools of sunlight gather around the last monumental buds, but

shadows form at the edges

inking the landscape until the sun is a blind spot

balancing on the cusp of silence

 

i open my book

.            .             .

the pages are blank.

whisperings tell me that i am to write the story

myself

or else history might forget

that it ever existed at all

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