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September Memories

Autumn Fall Foliage at the Grist Mill in Babco...

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Here's what I wrote of a crisp fall day in '95...

A spectacular day that's blue all over, crisp, sharp-edged, dazzling -- with just a salt shaker's worth of red and yellow smattering through the early fall greens as the trees begin to wind down for the long winter sleep. Sshh. What are they saying? No tears, just leaves are shed.

 

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