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SEPTEMBER’S GRAY SHAWL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ September fog, a grey shawl, settles on the fields, the trees, erasing edges, softening lines. the sun, a ghost behind gauze, offers no sharp edges, only a mist-diffused light. footsteps muffled on the path, each one a gentle drumbeat~ walking meditation. soul softens~ between inhale and exhale, a quiet contemplation. thoughts unfurl like ferns in the damp earth~ clamor fades. what remains~ the quiet hum of my own inner landscape.
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