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Lessons on Leaf Lorn Logs
There were lessons left on leaf-lorn logs in lost languages but leaning between the lines he believed the Beloved had begun a better and nec...
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A lonesome heron wading in a lake of gold a peaceful sunset He awoke in a wildern wood cool in the morning air and wan...
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The snow covering and ice sprinkling gave the illusion of a new world fresh, undisturbed, untouched and unpolluted. This was only an illusio...
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With winter winding away With the last of the beech leaves still clinging to their trees like hopeful ghosts With a few golde...

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