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Across the sand, a scorpion moved like a question Its tail curved with a warning I chose to heed Not all lessons need to be learned the hard way
Little feet, big presence.
Wheat fields bordered by scrubby oaks glowed gold at dusk, their waving tops stretching toward sleep, and barn owls drifted silently between tree and field.
Frost webbed the earth in filigree, turning every twig into a wand tipped with crystal light. Winter’s breath stung my lips, tasting of endings disguised as grace.