It's life's illusions I recall...
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The older I get, the less I know, which I suppose, is one more way…
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This is a letter to November, its gray bowl of sky riven by black-branched trees.
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"...it would never capture the reality of entering that surreal scene."
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Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore...
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