Shadows soft and pale wash into sun’s light whose warmth has been clipped this mid October.

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On the patio outside Bartavelle
I feel just like a dog—
Or just like my thought of how a dog feels—
Wild and free, not bound by a leash, or lassoed to a pole.
Not even a collar, what!
Just wild and free
Gazing into the void

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