Another one.
Is it some godly judgment
we endure by cycles?
A yearly ritual
of guilt or expiation?
No. It just gets cold.
The axis leans away,
heat flow is oblique,
blocked somewhat.
A few more old ones die.
We lean into our fires,
glad of them.
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Spectacular photo. Tribal writing.
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