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Sun creeping past flimsy blinds
rudely wakes me
over blue leather sea -
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Mist wreathed moon dark meadows
fox shadow flees
chasing scent of new mown hay -
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Morning sun on foreshore
steps lead away from office
mud spattered boots -
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Thrice unending farewells
recanted within dark days
perhaps enough -
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queuing for lunch
watching a fly slowly ascend
the man before me -
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bees fumbling comfrey
foxgloves racing mallow to sun
yet chores hold me
