A village fades from the map.
Farms fall fallow; all that remains
are the bruised-apple accents of
those who have lived here forever,
days moving so slowly they can
only be lived by the quarter-hour.
Farms fall fallow; all that remains
are the bruised-apple accents of
those who have lived here forever,
days moving so slowly they can
only be lived by the quarter-hour.
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