Predawn light. Fog on the land.
Sunrise approaching, near-full moon westering.
Pearl colored air like thick, quality paper.
Trees-- trunk, twig, clinging leaf-- like ink strokes,
some drawn with full-bristles brush strokes,
some with one stroke of a single bristle.
...springtime-summer-harvest-winter...
This too, this too. This too shall pass.
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