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06 Sep
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Evening Bus Home

August is May’s bewitching sister She comes in a bloom, And leaves with much to be desired… She arrives with new beginnings And sets with many a endings As warm things and cold dreams cast a shadow over the sun September silently unfolds its...

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08 Oct
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Foreign land

Sound of autumn rain in my garden, Dim fairy lights by the fireplace I hear my cats’ collars and bells; the anthem of this home It’s a moment of comfort amidst this never ending craze A hot cup of cocoa in my hand My...

Soledads Atelier

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