As Autumn officially begins, it's time to share some favorite poetry once again.
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"Needing one, I invented her – - -
the great-great-aunt dark as hickory
called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud
or The-Beauty-of-the-Night.
"Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves,
and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,
and whisper in a language only the two of us knew
the word that meant follow, . . ."
from "Aunt Leaf" by Mary Oliver
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