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September 1

Sunday's, heavy heat heralded no warning change of weather. Golden finches flitted from calendula to zinnia in no particular hurry. Happy for the long day and abundant seeds. Monday morning drivers stop behind golden buses, impatiently unaware of hungry birds. A shiver in the breeze catches school children and feasting finches by surprise. Autumn storm waits off the coast as the barometer crashes, a clash of seasons. rain tomorrow, Golden sun shimmers through whispering, still green,leaves. Summer skies make no promise beyond today.

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