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Toot

Written by Aeáro, a SeaWyrm :elfstar: on 2024-10-03 at 20:37

A breeze of brilliant dragonsong -

A voice across the sun;

A call from bare stone mountaintops;

An Autumn now begun.

A caravan of windblown leaves;

A rustling of wings:

A rush of scales in dun and umber.

Corvids here too sing.

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