Diana's Words ― through an open storm doorclouds race indirty striationson crumpled parchmentstretched thinacross sour-milk skybamboo chimeschant hymnshollowed outby rising windblack limbs strippedhoned, poniardsstabbing duskinto bruised submissionfaint shriek of winterbanshee cry beneath susurrusof dying autumnbattering an open storm door
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