conscience is a stream,
leaves fall but it sounds like rain; strum instead of fade.
seasons, they say, change
and Autumn begins to weep.
Mary sings of sugar
but it’ll take more than
a spoon
life in brown, red and golden hues.
Conscience Presently
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister
Audrey Dawn
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
You have painted a sensual vision of the fall, Audrey. Well done.
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I am grateful for your visit, John. You always brighten my day. *shields eyes from gleaming comet*
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I think I need a lamp shade.
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♡ Perhaps there is one around here somewhere.
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😊
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Lovely celebration of autumn.
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Thank you, Dan. ♡
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