Brian Strand's 1415, 9/27/2025
September is just the beginning of the end. Wise colors shine forth. Most leaves are still attached. We await God's palate of colors.
frivolous throughout green woods mellow yellow in hideaway gadabouts biding their time fallout will be glorious as the leaves mingle before wintering
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