evening stroll
only the moon
comes with me
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tree to tree
a spider spins
its tightrope
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autumn sky
another flock
heading north
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camphor laurel
a nesting tawny
blends into bark
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bivouac
the chilly brilliance
of stars
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storm-torn beach
a wrecked shell glows
in rainbow hues
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