While this has been a day of tedium, it is not without accomplishments. Still, the finest recollection of the day time hours is a brief pause and standing in a large open window to feel the soft warm breath of the final silent words of summer brush my face and arms. The murmur of summer, freshly passing into autumn. I love to speak to you of such matters and thus distribute them before you as with the falling leaves in this lowering tide of the length of days going down into winter. Peace and grace
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 00:16:10 +0000
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