Listening to acorns hit the deck ( literally ) It’s making me laugh ( inexplicably ) The season’s turning ( inexorably ) Closing my eyes I soak up the sun ( luxuriously ) Taking these moments as they come ( miraculously )
Hidden, Eyes protected, Razor sharp brim foreclosing our reach. I Only a n air kiss for your First Lady. The wind tries to take it. Anothe...
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