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November Second The light changes color when the birch is bare. Its limbs form cobwebs over fallen leaves That pull the atmosphere to the soil, And our days are numbered by the south. The cedar fence smells warm As we shuffle by its southern side, And all the maples warn us with leaves. Kathryn R. Ashworth 32 ...

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ISSN
1948-2833
Print ISSN
1948-2825
Pages
p. 32
Launched on MUSE
2016-01-06
Open Access
No
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