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Autumn born
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Autumn born
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Tuesday, October 09, 2007
A soft night dissipates to usher in a golden morn in the soft moving October air. There is music in the air like single notes from a plucked harp that reverberate under the yellowing canopies of the trees. I am witness to autumn born
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