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Black Horse

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Winter Weeds

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Virginia Creeper

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Red Sky at Night

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On the Web

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Sickle Moon

What god, what harvester of eternal summertime,
Had, as he strolled away, carelessly thrown down
That golden sickle in the field of stars?

From Boaz Asleep by Victor Hugo
as quoted in Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand by Fred Vargas

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Afternoon, Rideau River