Please Don’t Sit on the Flowers
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Sitting at September Cafe, I watch the autumn leaves separate from the trees and get carried away gently by the wind. They swirl and twirl, performing a merry little dance in the air before falling to their final resting place. News has just come in about a sweeping Democratic victory in the midterm elections, as fierce and awesome as a Gustave Courbet wave. But I see nobody popping champagne bottles in the streets. A pregnant black cat with a hanging belly saunters by.   Lyi
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