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In May, at the very beginning of the coming summer on a bright and sunny day, I happened upon a photo of autumn leaves fallen to ground. In an instant I was transported to the dark of autumn and into a melancholia and created this poem.

Now that autumn is here I pull out that poem. Perhaps I will find some little comfort in the souvenirs of summer past.

Remembrance of Things Past To Come

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