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Dec 2012
One by one they glide down.
Leaf after leaf after leaf.
and humbly sit themselves down on the roots of the tree
almost naked and bare.

Early for the Fall.

Already trembling in the ghostly wind.

Waiting to fall.
Maya Caroline
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Maya Caroline
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