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Jul 2020
Palms now bare, grasp at skies of bemused blue,

Along dawdling drives of low-key grace,

I behold a line of savvy, vested dog-walkers,

led longways by the strain of their leads.


A slice of tree-lined urbane, these do-gooders...

Brisk breaths have a prolonged hang-time

Here, below a branch tableau.

Stoic canopies.  A quiet symphony,

an elegant samhain.
#australia #newsouthwales #nature
Jacob Dunstan
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Jacob Dunstan  27/M/Sydney
(27/M/Sydney)   
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