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Water trickling, grooved patterns of bark darkening drinking up Bright yellow creeping maple leaves losing green fallen or hanging on A wind gust little rush of swirls tiny leaves come to rest - wakes the nightjar from her evening nest Wet wings, flickers fly stellar jay looks on, Roses withered, ages gone petals on the ground
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Roses withered
Water trickling, grooved patterns of bark darkening drinking up Bright yellow creeping maple leaves losing green fallen or hanging on A wind gust little rush of swirls tiny leaves come to rest - wakes the nightjar from her evening nest Wet wings, flickers fly stellar jay looks on, Roses withered, ages gone petals on the ground
ca-guilfoyle
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
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