Wheat Beer and Burnt Barley

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Through the fog, she reached forward,
unembroidered his brocade-
gold against black-
and picked him apart.

With fingers deft, she drew
dark charms through black ash
to cover her tracks.

Then doubled back.
And took a different path.

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