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Saturday, December 7, 2019
Late Autumn Mystery Unfolding Under Plane Tree
Not just the startled
Cackling of the murder
Of crows lifting off
At the sight of our passing,
But the crackling also
Of burnished gold swirling
Leaves letting go.
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