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The epiphany sky
A bright glory of
Copper and bronze
A realisation
Of the wonder
of a winter morning
Crisp and clear
Frost crackles
Under my wheels
A Raven speaks
In low voice
At the pinnacle of the hill
The moor looks aflame
Under this burning sky
And a thousand geese
Make jagged edges
Sailing beyond their silvery wake

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