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Nov 2015
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*A brisk breeze
flows in from the north,
tickling restless trees
with chilly whispers
of autumn’s
arrival…

as windswept kisses
tingle upon my skin
in blustery temptations
from where my love
always seems to be
floating
Chris
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Chris
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