CUT FROM TWICE
The matter was nothing at all -
cinders in the driveway, and a
long unkempt lawn. Over the
ridge was some dalliance of
water and light, with the Autumn's
new arrival of north-migrating
ducks. Mergansers, by name.
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Stiffly awaiting another chilled
breeze, even I gazed out as if
waiting for something. My sense
of space was diminished in this
open air as I stood. Allied to
nothing, figuring I'd be free, I
was able to leave the material
world behind. Thankfully.
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