Through feathered leaves,sutured needles,Icy spines Under the astral sky, Dark fingers charm; Crystals, thick which interlock, Breathe superstition Into the night of Supersaturated air; The silhouette is manifest; It’s stature changed,Transformed to supernatural Spectral state.
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Ruth Partridge 