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Dec 2021
As poets make their final search
for the lost syllables of fall
and wet branches of the stately birch
point out foliage is out of style
youngsters dream of holidays and smile.
holidays are coming and I can’t wait
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  20/F/U.S.
(20/F/U.S.)   
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