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Stars this morning like frost in the branches of the trees. Just a few in the mesh of dark twigs, like last flowers. Venus bright as a fist in the east. The dipper upside down, spilling a cold sky over us, chest and shoulders, shivering, wishing for a sweater. But no Orion, and no dog-star. Waiting.

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