A Path

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A remembering of times when the weather invited me to wander out. 

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A Path    - 10 Sep 20 

Walking 

No other footprints 

Are visible 

A path wherever 

Woodland 

Beach 

Sea 

I am taken 

Where 

I know not but 

When I arrive 

I will see 

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Cold Summer is not so inviting. 

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