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The weather was turning. I could feel the winter wind strike a glancing blow across my face. Teary eyed, I watched, accepting the fact autumn would be leaving me. Icier days grew closer, and I drew deeper into myself. I couldn’t bear watching, for fear I’d never see her again.
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Going inside self is often a necesaary thing to truly reconnect with the you of you! 🙂 ❤
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Very good point, N!! Thank you! ❤
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You’re most welcome ❣️😘
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You touch my heart with each poem
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Thank you so much, my dear friend. That means the world to me ❤
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lovely! “I could feel the winter wind strike a glancing blow across my face.” wow…
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Thank you so very much, Penny! 🙂
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