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Mythological Blue (44)
What a distraction, all these leaves— I can’t see a thing! Willow oaks shiver, aflame, Showering axial sparks. In Washington, Colorado Avenue Waits until Thanksgiving to blush Ruby, russet, bending the Algorithm of Instagram. Where does the sky go? Blue, blue! This is why Farm girls leave the gray Dairies of upstate New York,