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With Thanksgiving

Autumn hues of gold-brown-rust, the turn of seasons. The bounty of gifts to reason. We harvest the bounty of due fields. Gather with family to bless and love. In Your richness, we become enriched. Your love shines down as you take your place the head of each thanksgiving table. Grace given with hearts full of Thanksgiving. Come Lord Jesus and bless this day.

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