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Seven days, I blinked
They disappeared
Like the mist of morn
In the cool of autumn
Time collapsed, elapsed
Why is it I missed it?
Was there something,
Something I needed to do?
Forgotten, buried deep
In the folds of my thoughts
Blanked out by the night
As I drift, awake
Falling, into the abyss
Perhaps, perchance
To find what it was
That lingered within
Then suddenly left
Never to return…
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you very much, Chuck! xoxoxo
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Always an honor and pleasure to read and share your words/posts with followers, Dear Dorinda!! Always in my thoughts and prayers. Come tell me the truth????
Sending you LAH, My Sweet Muse!! 😁😘😊
Your “Write More” is on a slow constant loop in my head everyday, Dorinda!! Love you for the best writing advice ever!!! It is my mantra!! I’m thinking with this type of magical power of persuasion and ESP you have your hubby doesn’t stand a chance!! LOL!
xoxoxo
😘💖💕🌹😁
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As long as you don’t start speaking it out loud, you’ll be okay!! LOL
xoxoxo
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I’m so glad you are back! 😊💛
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Aw, thank you, Walt. I am sporadic, at best, right now. Hoping to be able to just sit down one day and write, write, write!! ❤
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I am also sporadic… Some days I can’t seem to get it together. I’m writing, but sporadic in publishing. We both will get there… It’s in our blood! And you’re very welcome dear friend 😊❤
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We’ll get through it together! 🙂 ❤
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Sounds like a plan 😊♥
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I rarely remember anything I dream, Dorinda. I just get left with a feeling of anxiety and trepidation.
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I have that, too, sometimes, Robbie. It’s a very odd sensation. Lately, my dreams have been very vivid. Usually happens when I am very stressed.
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Sombre beautiful writing.🧡
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Thank you very much! ❤
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A pleasure 🌼
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Beautifully said. It’s like dreams that are so vivid, so real, but they fade like mist when you wake up.
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Yes! It’s been happening a lot lately. Not really sure why. Thank you very much, Priscilla ❤️
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