| An aggregate joins in the chorus of coyotes that sing out back...memories of wilder nights in the northern lights...and a moon that shines in the clear still air...a cold dry breathe that crystallises...tinkling on the rocks about it... | |
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| An aggregate joins in the chorus of coyotes that sing out back...memories of wilder nights in the northern lights...and a moon that shines in the clear still air...a cold dry breathe that crystallises...tinkling on the rocks about it... | |
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