Tanka - Nov. 14, 2024
- Gary Hunter
- Nov 14, 2024
- 1 min read
split pea with bacon
some soups take you back in time
wood bowls crackling fire
ice-rimmed windows a warm hearth
pigs squealing in the distance
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