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Dec 2023
the seasons used to turn in quick succession
constantly captivating attention
each had a name and place to be
each had a friend and something to see.

the season here slowly meanders
between peaks and shoulders
and shoulders and peaks
which is which? it's hard to speak.
Samara
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Samara  28/F/Texas
(28/F/Texas)   
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