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This is the magic hour.Twilight like quicksilverdusk turns to dark Through fog, rain & low scudding clouds the far shore peeks out, then vanishes. Snow and ice thaw and melt Run-off roars and thunders white water tumbles through rocky gorges …
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an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
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