The Migratory Patterns of Lovebirds   At dusk, I watch the wind seduce foliage through the binoculars of an aesthete, taken by how the petals dance like flames thankful for a brief life. The days are shortening. An explosion of silence will arrive soon, the temperature will descend to indifference. In the wake, tree limbs will…

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