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Our Rest
Crisp air, an autum breeze
Coverlet drawn to the chin.
A nap
Cool amongst dead leaves.
Our rest ends the summer days.
Chaotic, esoteric, marginally coherent, stuff about life.
Crisp air, an autum breeze
Coverlet drawn to the chin.
A nap
Cool amongst dead leaves.
Our rest ends the summer days.
