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  • The brightest season of all comes right before the gray of winter.
    I love the Fall with all it's beautiful collage of bright colors.
    There's a rhythm to life..a rhythm to the color of your dot.
    I'm just ready for a change. –Ray Neighbor, The Black Dot

    I also have a rather odd love for pictures of dead, or dying trees.
    There is something haunting in their ability to maintain such beauty..even in death. –Ray Neighbor, Cowbird profile

    Ray, just gotta say
    you got a way,
    with words
    'specially spoken ones

    I'm no fool Ray,
    I hear the dying in your voice
    the fading light

    Ray, I don't know you really
    I mean we've never met.
    I wasn't sure I liked you at first
    (know the same is true for you)

    But I never put you down
    & read all your stuff,
    really got close to your
    poetry out-loud

    Nobody knows nothing, Ray.
    I mean, we're just dying light
    from the moment we're born.
    We got a journey to do though
    some travelling to get done,
    a lifetime of wondering
    just to figure it out

    Well, hell what am I trying to say?
    What are you dying to say?
    I love you Ray.
    Guess that's all
    I'm trying to say,
    love you Ray

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