Soft mist shrouds the morning sky,
above the disintegrating Camellia flowers.
One lone Magpie baby calls for food.
The colors of the garden ~ hyper-green after the evening rain.
A quiescence I can't identity.
A memory that lingers after an intimate message.
This October, so different from the last.
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