8:42pm PST - November 17th, 2021

“TREE-LEAVES labour up and down, And through them the fainting light Succumbs to the crawl of night. Outside in the road the telegraph wire To the town from the darkening land Intones to travelers like a spectral lyre Swept by a spectral hand.” 1/2

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