People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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How can I begin to tell you how you
compare with the lark song rising in
the morning’s light? The sound of tires
on wet pavement. The crackle of leaves
falling. How they litter and decorate
the byways, paths through the woods.
Turning color as we watch. One long
season which speaks to life and love and
how we confuse one for the other, though
they are both the same and everything.
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