Pink of Dawn
Snug down in the blind-frost tipped reeds glistening in the pink of dawn. High off the faint honk of geese heading for decoys with the speed of a plane.
The rest is ad-man hokum. But the poetry is, well, poetry.
I first noticed the zig-zag border underneath the top lever, then I noticed it everywhere. The engraving is incredible, but the fine detail on and around the top lever is other worldly. My hands ache just looking at it (while my mouth waters).
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