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Sep 2014
Morning dew lites cool on my shoulder. Look, it settles like a frosty shawl.
Cool air drifting in to mingle with yesterdays warmth.

The crimson creeps skyward to reclaim the day. Cool morn stillness will soon be washed away.
Blessed nights and dreams dissolve as rising warmth brings forth new love.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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