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waft wistwise ‘neath the brumous afterglow. wind-churn’d russet litter doth skitter ‘cross the fallow sward, whilst ochre boughlets dip in the waning gloam. evenfall, all wan and wraithlike, hems the hedgerow draws its veil athwart the coppice.
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