The world is dripping
Browns and auburn golds
As russet leaves, untethered
From life’s lunge and thrust
– Summer’s widened light –
Let loose the season’s
Fall, in energy unclasping
The matter made,
As all shrinks away
And narrows toward formlessness.
distilledvoice 
Is that your backyard?
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I wish!
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But no! It’s in a village near me!
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Ah ok…wasn’t sure. You’re still in Oxford right?
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Oh, yes, still here. Enjoying it very much.
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