Walking at dusk

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Walking at dusk,

When mist rolls down from darkening hills.

Walking at dusk,

Stirring scents of dog wood musk,

Leaf-damp shadow the hollows fills—

I listen as a bird still trills,

Walking at dusk.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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