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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, August 4, 2022
embrace winter
beauty will fade,
it will.
you only need to look
out you window
at the wild flowers
in the field,
and you know what's
coming.
they too embrace
winter,
but without a shiver,
as we do.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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