Well, It WAS Winter….

For Vocal’s “The Haiku of Now” challenge.

By Ophelia Keane BraedenPublished about 4 hours ago • 1 min read

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It just seems so wrong.

I can feel my face and hands.

But oh, the birds sing.

For Fun Gratitude Haiku humor

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Ophelia Keane Braeden

Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite flotation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!

None of my writing is ever touched by AI.

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For Vocal’s “The Haiku of Now” challenge.

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