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The Mole

midnight in the forest the mole scurries past oak trees crisp, dried leaves crackle

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Date: 3/18/2019 6:42:00 PM
I have been in a fall-like mood all day; I see you also are thinking of crisp dried leaves. A sweet write, Allen.
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