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Atticus dutifully sniffs the path of his predecessor
as dried leaves scrape across the pavement
rattling the early quiet.
A frigid wind blurs my vision
as one foot falls in front of the other
ever forcing me forward.
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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