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There is time, the trees whisper
letting a few leaves fall around
your�shoulders, though it's summer�
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Now and again a dark one shimmers
at your feet, still early in the season.
Susan Tepper���
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� There is time, the trees whisper letting a few leaves fall around your�shoulders, though it's summer� � Now and again a dark one shimmers at your feet, still early in the season. Susan Tepper��� |
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