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under the buck moon

silhouette fir, spindles reach

elk ghosts down dirt road

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Aug 1, 2021Liked by Alison Acheson

spinning single work only

rough men reaching out rudely

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the harvesting time.

we gather in the rows bright

with answered questions.

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wind and water will embrace

every single maple leaf

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Aug 5, 2021Liked by Alison Acheson

Before our sun sets

Stash midnight in a petal

I'll lick its syrup

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