I just stepped outside
under the nearly-full moon.
It smells like winter.
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It's haiku time again in creative writing class
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A. and I went to Wales. I was curious to see the country of my ancestors, maybe more so than some people, due to my adoption. I’ve never see...
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Oh, this is hushed and lovely. I always know I will find some treasure here.
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