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In the morn, I noticea vine of cucumbergrowing in my gardenas creeper and climber,of youthful naturein early September,blooming out of nowherelike a secret chamber.I really do likethe hues of December,calm and sereneyet often somber,enlivened by the birdswith soothing timbre,their voices freshenedjust before slumber.Those dusky twilightsI do remember,in shades of purpleor reddish-amber,with flickering lightslike dying embers,ofContinue reading “Echoing exhilarations”