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09/11/24 at 10:54PM
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Philosophy - Spirituality
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When the Owl, leaves its nest,
beneath the Willow tree.
When all of the animals,
begin their migratory flee,
it will be time to resurrect,
how our quiet life, used to be.
When do you suppose, the love of another,
will bring forth a new reverie?
