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A train whistles in the night,
rumbles and clacks over
the rustling of cornstalks
drying and dried of life;
tomato plants sprawl silently
beneath scrappy blankets,
protected against early frost,
in a small garden lying
below the stars of autumn
“…there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lure in the sky....”
~ Percey Bysshe Shelley
Author's note: Inspired by an evening at home in Milestone, Sk
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