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A Thanksgiving Bouquet

The dark red berries of a single tree in Autumn burst within the enchanting leaves of gold., like the fronds of a rose at Dusk, meek and sleepy, in the ebb of a sun- set.The soft briery pluck of a tenor ukulele played beside the noble tree is a prayer, shyly hushed by the dying leaves, the birthing drupelets.

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Date: 3/16/2021 2:19:00 PM
Ahh!! Very creative and descriptive winner. Congrats. Way to go. Sara
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