Written on September 18, 2025
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On the wind, leaves from oaks bless away prayers, though silent, leave a gentle grace like cinnamon, pumpkin spice and gray blessing so quietly it feels like loves here to stay soon winter will visit with its chilly embrace and I’ll hear the joy of Christmas as I pray
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