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                                                                  in the midst of winter
            the spirit-cries of crows echo through the naked elms like bronchi
                             two lone walkers on the path

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

echo wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
walking wormhole: To my Mum
winter wormhole: gold wedding band

 

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