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Figments of a DuTchess 
Beautiful! The sepia enhances its appeal.
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I love this shade of sepia, Madhu. Thank you!
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Old Houses
BY ROBERT CORDING
Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly
how old houses hold themselves—
before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—
as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.
I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil
without need of a sign, awaiting nothing
more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.
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That is a beautiful poem, CMA, thanks so much for sharing it! x
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