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INDIAN SUMMER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Autumn comes as a chariot of nature's flame. From woodland browns are born reds and golds to warm heart and soul. The leaves, like flags waving in every sweet breeze, swirl in a wind-choreographed dance. Soon they rest upon the forest floor, embracing their destiny to feed each earthen wintry root. seasonal trustees summertime takes final bow fall heeds her calling starry autumn night season brings artistic hand harvest abundance
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