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Monday, 21 September 2015

Cherishing myself and others

In one corner of the late summer evening,
small flowers in blossom
by the quiet evening light.

Wet hair.
A gentle breeze blowing.

A lovely clear, pure sound
from the leaves and grass under a tree.

Something I hear for the first time.
The sound of crickets.