Silver Falls conference Center
lone leaf hangs
on after first autumn storm
while I write
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Jone Rush MacCulloch 
Leaves tumble
in the moonlight, like frogs
crossing the road.
A beautiful moment captured in time…lovely words!
Love the starkness against the branches of darkness. Very nice.
tis so lonely indeed!
Beautiful!
dad, farther and farther away