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Another challenge tanka.

"CROW FIELDS (Anagrammed Lines)

Winter enfolds varied echoes
in a white or fevered coldness.
A river ends, now fleshed to ice.
The fields are covered in snow."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social via

Glory enough for one day.

Extraction is a motherfucker.

Masks Confronting Death.