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happy
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the last rose of summer
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cosmos
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more of these :)
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last season's hosta
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melting in the slow heat of a summer night, damp with the dark air & thoughts of you.
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buds
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a rose
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awakening
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january is the quietest month in the garden...but just because it looks quiet doesn't mean that nothing is happening.
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desktop
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i heard a bird sing in the dark of december...we are nearer to spring than we were in september...
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summer remains
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then summer fades and passes and october comes.
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last blossoms left
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destiny? there's only your time & and there's not-your-time, he said. all the rest is made up to keep you busy.
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periwinkle
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wind talkers
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wild rudbekia
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summer bud
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sidewalk surprise
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beginning of the dog days
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cone flowers in alexandria
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what is one to say about june, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
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chamomile memories
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revisiting coreopsis
