Image by Jodi McKinney
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Old fashioned wooden fence keeping us out
Or rails of timber keeping them in
Buildings in the distance, a house, a home, perhaps a farm
Summer morning mist rising throughout
The heat of the grass
Combined with the coolness of the air
Green warm meadow soaked with nightly dew
Now water vapor returning to the clouds
Seen as a summer morning dreamscape
What fairy tables could be hidden there
The leftovers from a mysterious night
Tiny creatures scurrying home before the sun’s hot glow
A tranquil scene showing summer’s rotating atmosphere.
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The Bag Lady 
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