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Day 62- 11.17.20

Christmas lights are going up


All over the neighborhood—

they’re going up

slowly but steadily,

a few more rows of

roadside twinkle each and every day.


It won’t snow here,

this year or any,

but when I go out

in the evenings

with the dog,

sometimes I swear

I can smell it.


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