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Photo & Poem: Ice

Clouds fell to the ground in a fog, the air dense as mud forcing the sun dark early, resting so heavy the yard light failed, and the barn just slightly misplaced from where

it should be. Moist horses materialize from shadows, as I cautiously feel the way between pens, my arms piled high with hay. Temps dropped by morning chores, gumboots on