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Not In Sight

Taking in vistas breathing in autumn's perfume squirrels hopscotch from branch to branch juncos play a symphony for me the wind whispers reminding me of emptiness on my sides stinging me to the core with a sense of absence till we meet again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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