Placed 8th in Brian Strand's Choice X contest
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God in all His majesty gives us now His tenth great gift of multifarious joys. Ghostwinds whistle lilting tunes, motivating dancing leaves to make their scuttling noise. Distant hills are masterpieces. God, the Artist, planned the blend of reddish brown and gold. Mums and pumpkins fill their spots in front-yard settings bright and bold.
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