morning mist the crackle of autumn suspended mid-breath

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remember yourself moon slanting through the window into a white bowl

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geese have been trained to fly south they know where to go where to land the moth has been trained to find the light it flutters adoringly the moon has been trained to show us only one side I have been trained to look up is there really wild and free or is nature just a subtle teacher? #vss365

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dusk becomes darkness one bird keeps singing through the rain #haiku

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Intimacy lives in that band  of skin above a man's collar beneath the draw of his barber’s blade     Where summer's burn slides into a white winter bed And in the passage— a woman's fall.

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