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Jan 2012
Look,
In winter I have concealed my face.
In spring we all felt the cruelty and all that comes
  with new beginnings.
In summer the heat cooled us down and made our fears
  seem irrelevant.
Autumn is about to come and the harvest,
Traditionally,
Can be both: good and bad, and good or bad.
Me
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Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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