Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: throws his long shadow north to the emptiness. Farmhouse in tatters; shuttered and battered. Even lovers don't go there these last few years. Spider-web windows on set-aside heroes standing lost in a landscape of tears.
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