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Palms now bare, grasp at skies of bemused blue, Along dawdling drives of low-key grace, I behold a line of savvy, vested dog-walkers, led longways by the strain of their leads. A slice of tree-lined urbane, these do-gooders... Brisk breaths have a prolonged hang-time Here, below a branch tableau. Stoic canopies. A quiet symphony, an elegant samhain.
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
Wahroonga (Winter)
Palms now bare, grasp at skies of bemused blue, Along dawdling drives of low-key grace, I behold a line of savvy, vested dog-walkers, led longways by the strain of their leads. A slice of tree-lined urbane, these do-gooders... Brisk breaths have a prolonged hang-time Here, below a branch tableau. Stoic canopies. A quiet symphony, an elegant samhain.
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
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