The wind is blowing red curls around my ears.

This is the time of year, when my colors change with the season.

My flesh sighs a longing relief from the cool winds.

I close my eyes, and pretend I can see the notes drifting down the street.  Flowing from the soundhole, as I finger-pick a sweet lullaby.

Floating into the neighbors window, they smile.

The soup tastes better now.

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