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Summer Discoveries

I dig deeper. There is no secret to be found in my endeavors. Rather, to discover the gentle floating of a petal on a cool pond come summer, satisfies.

I think I am going down another rabbit hole.

two standing
the corner grocer
door ajar

playing a game

hands and mouths
moving time
wind remains the same

talking of wrinkles
a brown bag bottle

hands in the air
surrounding the chill
grandpa let go of the throttle

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