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Oct 2020
the sunflowers had withered
gracious had they once stood,
competing with the golden hues of the sun,
there exuding radiance had been a delight to gaze upon;
now left to be fetched when morning came.
withered sunflowers no longer competing with the golden sun
Jac
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