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Friday, September 29, 2017

This rose from last summer the breeze is blowing, it sways in bed while fog as mother covers the petals for a nuthatch Neverland of leaves in color before, falling under. Time is hiding between floral branches; my father plants the last rose again on the edge of his life and my youth; this ray of... Sign in to see full entry.

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