oh whether to go with gas or solid fuel
the foraging aspect of all this
delights her deeply and she spends a minute
parcel of thermal energy weighing
it in her so inherent hands
before she crosses
herself like a nun in a sad Autumn
through the thoroughgoing trees along
which she now her him not hasty travails
[......................]
so passeth the winds of cold gold
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