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At first a glimpse, A fleeting moment, A trace left on bright eyes; Expectant eyes. Through misty autumn air Breaths forming minature clouds Coming faster with anticipation. The sweet smell of wet wood And damp earth. The silence echoing. A snapping twig. A backwards glance Pulled into the shadows.
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