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Each crevice and cleft is tangled in spider silk.  In the waterspout,  the orb-weaver’s catches the Sun, stretching a rainbow bridge into the clear blue yonder. The veil is thin. Shadow gathers earlier everyday, perfuming the air in woodsmoke and the cool exhale of fallen leaves.  The moths still crowd the porch light, but the rest of Summer's insects have fallen silent.  October’s full moon is for the hunter—the fields are clear, and the game is fat.  Go into the bright night, and collect what you will need. The first frost comes suddenly, leaving green tomatoes translucent and mapped in lacey veins. 

wing * stone *ephemera

Amulets to Protect and Portend

Jewelry Handmade in ABQ, NM, USA

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