MINSTREL WEATHER 



the balsam fir is drawn out and spread far 

 by the heat. Now the pursued brambles 

 become the blackberry patch. The waste 

 lands shine yellow with the blooms of the 

 marching hardhack. It is the triumph of 

 the sun, and his priest, the white day lily 

 of the cloistral leaf, worships in fragrance. 



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