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Dec 2020
Walking toward the woods
as I grow nearer, an unwinding
crossing the edge and stepping into
a deep scent of mossy loam
breadth of decaying layers
cool washing rains
trickle of days and years
breathe green amid the fog
all worldly cares vanish.
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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