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Reincarnation XXII

In the still June dusk, she noticed – really noticed – him for the first time. Standing where he had stood for two hundred years or more, inkening against the falling light, she saw his soul. They embraced as friends who had been lost.

Haiku

Bloody seal of dusk

Fireflies’ dying chances flash

- it will all end soon

Haiku

A thin pencil of dusk

writing the end of summer

outside my window