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               Evening was settled, darkness shone through window’s view beyond.  Evening moon waned, less seen than night before, and within, candles and lamp lights illuminated corners of room reaching outward through space between and casting shadow in the contours and objects of place and too of bodies resting in chairs, reading, separated, but visible to […]

               They walked the city streets, and under lights of Christmas, illumed in the onset of early eve, the cold and dampness of still grey day seemed less morose.  There was levity in the light, in the reds and greens and golden yellows over building faces, rooftops, and spires.  They walked slowly, window-shopping on their […]

               Winter arrived, not as snow and white and sky of blue, but as melancholy grey that held low and damp as cloud over world with precipitation that did not so much fall as appeared in sudden failed suspension from limit to grey’s depression.                The colors of the world were gone, oaks last to […]

               Outside, frost covered the waking world, browns made silver, greens the same, and for a time there was only the gleam and not the under depression, drab, of winter’s touch.                 Light carried into room, glimmer and gleam the same and window-framed ray that reached in band between them.                 “What’s wrong?” Annie asked, […]