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Oct 2017
Ophelia rips still-living leaves from bowed trees.
The starkness of Winter will come early this year.
I watch them fly; copper, silver, green.
Cut off in their prime.
The unacknowledged tragedies of the hurricane.
Echo Floating
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Echo Floating  46/F/Ireland
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       freakysmind, Ryan Holden, ---, TSPoetry, --- and 1 other
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