Yesterday, the sky spent the day in a threatening smash of gray on gray.
But here
was a bright red leaf
that didn't care a lick about the gray skies or the
threat of rain to come.
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We gathered in those days of endless silence and in the presence of each other we made our own noise. For endless miles of underspoken beauty we made the sounds of cryptic echoes, Abounding in an era of freedom.
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