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I am the season of the sun but I know my time is all but over for I see those days of autumn as they flicker off out inside the season of yet to be I want so to linger inside the days that seem to become shorter as the sun sets to a time I cannot seem to ever hear as it calls out there inside the sculpted hillsides and begs for the chance to stay. jo
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
The Season.
I am the season of the sun but I know my time is all but over for I see those days of autumn as they flicker off out inside the season of yet to be I want so to linger inside the days that seem to become shorter as the sun sets to a time I cannot seem to ever hear as it calls out there inside the sculpted hillsides and begs for the chance to stay. jo
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
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