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Oct 2012
The crisp, clean air of fall is heavy.
Your hand manages to find mine.
(I don't know what you want.)

Leaves dancing in the wind.
Mugs of hot tea and coffee.

The winter months will be long and lonely.
Kathy Myers
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Kathy Myers  34/F/Lost in Translation
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