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The light through the leaves showing a glimpse in shadow of what is hiding behind.
The misty rain leaving mirrored specks of light on leaves.
The hawk perched on the oak limb.
The wind gently brushing through the leaves.
The butterflies flitting along the breezes.
The songbirds’ flight.
The candle’s flame.
The empty room.
My heartbeat.
My breathing.
Only reminds me of you.
September 1, 2020