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Slam! the light shakes the daylight into the trees and the snow turns red then gold in protest at the Slam!ing morning and the sky is hidden behind blue steel and the light is everywhere except certain hollows lying quiet and almost hidden from the rebounds and by-blows of the relentless morning.

Another day and I have not even finished the night before last yet. 

© Lynn Lundell 2021 #pagesfromtheattic