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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The last days of summer....

ALMOST!

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago

Emily Dickinson

[image description: A concrete path in a park with assorted flowers.]

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