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Fall words

Mid-Afternoon Sunset

Relaxing Time.

Alone Time.

Feet up on the window still,

curtains drawn.

Golden light, illuminating the room...

the room in my dimming mind.

No other place I’d rather be.

Guitar on my lap,

fingers plucking the strings.

Like life, I am only a beginner,

Will I master the craft?

Or will it master me.

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