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| The November wind |
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| The November wind tests a stalwart soul. |
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| A man kicks dry brown leaves which swirl and flutter in the selfish wind. |
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| His thoughts, like hopeful green leaves now drained of color and urgency, roam and fidget never to be completed or understood. 11-09-15 watercolor, pencil |
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