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My friend in Vermont says she feel responsible for the lack of foliage-- leaves so tardy to turn for the busloads of tourists who come for fall glory. Same old story: we take to ourselves Mother Nature's abstinence which isn't hers, but ours, the fruition of emission and those blindfolded to the golden and scarlet missing on trees. Then comes the freeze and what doesn't alter: the triple digit heat you cannot beat.

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Date: 11/5/2015 6:53:00 PM
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