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Nov 2017
A small waterfall rushes down mossy stone
And bubbles all the while.

A chilly wind rushes through the trees
And gently rustles the last leaves of fall.

The morning birds song,
The leaves crunching beneath my feet.

A lively and pleasant conversation
On this sun-filled Autumn day.
Michael Frost
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Michael Frost
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