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Nov 2014
Early in the October morning the green grass of the park lay cold, still; frosted into immobility.

Golden sunlight crept up into the chilled air, slowly emerging out of hiding from behind surrounding houses,
And spread its welcome mat across the autumn leaves.
High above the sky’s blue dome shouted, joy! Then, embraced the golden light.
Written by
Ray Phenicie  Southfield, MI
(Southfield, MI)   
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