Unmeasured
Seasons never ended
The cycles were one
Sunrise, sunset
Wind, rain, snow
Falling leaves, greenery
Flowed in our soul
Time, weather, climate
The earth, the skies
Smelled, tasted
Visible, audible
Unmeasured
Seasons never ended
The cycles were one.
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Abbe's Notes
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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