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    2009 - 10.22

    Morning mists are now apparent

    I’m using an extra blanket

    It gets dark earlier now

    I love the ominous aspects of Autumn

    Early in the morning it is like another land.

    Stripes of color now paint the trees

    Soon the leaves will perform the dying dance

    Autumn has rolled up Summer’s rug

    Which looks back with longing look,  a kiss and a hug

    A year can be a long time to miss someone.

    Fall, that dying time of year.

    Precursor to winter.



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