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Wicker cradles warmth Poplars burn gold at the fence Sun crosses all day



















Oranges rest, cool — mountain air through the blinds, someone else's keys.





Warm tiles, cold morning Steam rises from glass and chrome The day begins here





Wicker cradles warmth Poplars burn gold at the fence Sun crosses all day



















Oranges rest, cool — mountain air through the blinds, someone else's keys.





Warm tiles, cold morning Steam rises from glass and chrome The day begins here



