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Nov 2012
This morning rain
autumn - cool rain falling into afternoon
hills, layers, fog nestled in
Clouds, mistsΒ Β become one
so far off, never a thought
the sun

Logs, wooded hills, we climbed
to view, our souls, some moments
in panorama we find
we touch our truths
divine
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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