12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

Just So

I lost my old shadow
in a bet. Too easy
but rather that
than make eye contact
with the illusory
forests near home, though
the beech recount
here than in hearth-lit places

Now I tow the other
shadow i won
on behalf of someone else’s cast
didn’t think
it could be mine any
more than the last, though
with it’s beechwood glance

it’s clear
it’s become
just so

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Tell me wotcha reckon

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