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November 1984
ah, ‘tis autumn once more sighs the soul breathing deeply of the coloured winds flying from far flung hills sporting Jacob’s coats (for a time)
scent, sight, sound the mind assailing scent of the rain wet-blanketing excitement sight of the leaves running through the grass sound of the wind singing lullabies to trees fight for (and win) attention (for now)
rain falling light from wind shepherded clouds washes away the world and I walk as Adam before he fell I fall too and head for home
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