Gray Havens

Bare and wet, the naked black branches and boughs outside reach up into gray. The last day, the last of January. There is a half cup of coffee and cream gone cold in the mug. I blow out our morning candle & there is a puff, a wisp of smoke that curls up and floats over to mingle with the bamboo…

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