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Saturday, March 1, 2025

Autumn


Gathering my things
Sun rising over the trees
I walk to a stone

I sit.
I look.
I ponder.

I write.

I see.
I stare.
I study.

I write.

I think.
I dream.
I process.

I write.

Trees on the mountain
Waving its branches loosely
Colored red, orange


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