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The Invitation With another there were long walks and echoes of voices along the trails. Time is moving on as Autumn, the weight is heavy. Autumn is bared by the sun and coolness yet strong limbs with twigs, upon which birds sit in oak and spruce. It has been many years since a flame. The horizon of lavender and yellow streaks the sky with new possibilities to ignite. As the rain drops on deaden grass and crisp leaves, new sounds and senses are stirring and my mind is cider. As I cerebrate this venture my hopes pick up with the wind which blows hard about now. Dust may get in my eyes. So much time into the calendar soon the straw colored light will be white. Time to start something new before the frost sets in. I should accept his invitation to go out let my defenses fall as the leaves brown and golden. |
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