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Sep 2016
the Tree dons the frocks of autumn;
greets hollow absence of warmth
with gentle gestures of orange;
slipping softly to sleep
soundlessly swaying.

muted light: damp, cold.
a quiet submission.
good night, Tree.

good night.
Johanna
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