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A Love Letter

Looking down,

Dirty shoes and blood-scattered trail,

Bits of flesh and fur marking the path of a hunter

Musk filled my nostrils

Inhaling herb behind a pine tree

Finding church in it's outstretched arms

Turning around,

I saw you

The light

I ran before I missed your exalted celebration

My heart pattering like my feet

Crisp air piercing my lungs with peppermint freshness

Sprinting to you

I pulled out my camera

Hoping to capture even an edge of your face

Autumn, thou art a celestial,

noble-herding gallantry of virtues.

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