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Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The plunge

Abyss, sans return,
From the edge of hazel pools,
I plummet headon.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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