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Sunday, November 30, 2008

A Crispness

A crispness to the air, the sky
the sounds of leaves underfoot
of the wheels running on the pavement
the snap of the flag by the bank
the feel of the air in my lungs
the smell of a wood fire
warming a house nearby
a day before the first snow,
a crispness to the world

November 30, 2008

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