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Sep 2013
In the Autumn woods of dreaming,
leaving night's forest, in search of coming dawn
amidst a meadow clearing, insects glistened
swooping birds flew swift
without a sound
made softest petals, swirl in circles
to the ground
I was falling, deep in love
with Autumn
sparkling radiantly
so crisp the dawn
CA Guilfoyle
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CA Guilfoyle  F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ
(F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ)   
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