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And as I move away
I can see the
crystalline beauty
of things past
despite the beauty
of rain upon us
they do not wash
the past from me.
where you end
your journey will be
that of great merit
and I will be eager to know.
Say Goodbye
as I walk from these moments
of pure, untouched breaths
Autumn holds winds of change.
Of catching the Train South.
