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An October wind
Rustles the bright red ivy:
Stone church half covered

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Atop Arthur’s Seat
Wind fills both my ears with sound—
I am out of breath

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3388

Wind rustles the trees
Around the park, red ball rolls
Down the chute (née slide)

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Hotel Quarantine
Day 10: Freedom! A cold wind
Greets us at the door

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