Ferment
Winter was warm,
and creatures that might have waited deep into the days
beyond the equinox to split their shells
into consenting, have molted, mated,
begun to die
Winter was warm,
and creatures that might have waited deep into the days
beyond the equinox to split their shells
into consenting, have molted, mated,
begun to die
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