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Summers End

The energy of Autumn is in the air with small but subtle colors seeping into the receptive scene everywhere. Harvesting fields are being drawn as each new day has its very own ever changing, brilliant dawn. The lake is decorated with the first fall of the Live Oak's rippled leaf. A sweet warm wind scatters them all as autumn ushers in it's eager belief. The last of the apple picking will begin, as the old barn owl sings it's song of summers colorful end.

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Date: 9/13/2015 7:21:00 AM
Wonderful Autumn is on its way. I love the colors of Fall.
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