Stark winter branches relinquish their last few strips of faded foliage. They twirl, fall and slip between misty mornings and afternoons, land in muddy folds of rotten detritus and sodden grass, where a ragged dandelion beams among the grey and green. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Writing Exercise […]
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