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Oct 2013
Before the day began,
I waited in the shelter
Away from the wandering souls.
My eyes transfixed upon the rays of dust
Penetrating the walls; in the midst of the shadows.
Those misty pieces of memories, scattered upon
The ground, an ode to a fading season;
My heart rejoiced.
David W Jones
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David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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