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Nov 2018
Get with it!
You simply haven't created the color
to color this moment.
Is it ochre or umber,
Saffron or mustard?
Is it sap green or yellow-green
Or just plain gold?
It's none of these
because none of those
can illuminate my soul
The way these November vineyards do.
Keren Pickard
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Keren Pickard
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