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On my brief foray outside this morning, to pick up the paper and let our dog do his business, I came across a corner lawn still covered with vibrant leaves, and dusted with the first snow of the season.
Winter is creeping up on fall.
Hold onto your hats.
"When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life."
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Beautiful. Thanks for leaving such a literary comment!
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