monterey novemberA Poem by annie leerengo
a cold front has moved through, and the wind is gusting out to the ocean, stirring up the whitecaps and chilling the sunlight; gray clouds crowd the horizon. soon the rainy season will be upon us, and hopeful croaks of the frogs will turn to choruses of joy.
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