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c4 'T(efleetMti Sadly... Hr say the whole entire world has changed, that with the perspective from the future we will vine these histone times with chills. ,4 way of defining lime by certain memorysearing moments that forei'er remain deeply embedded within our human hearts. Yet... Our mountains nse with purple d haze and dazzle still. Their golden cloaks that embrace the hills are glowing still. The meadows and the rolling land tend cows that giaze on lazy days, sunsets turning all to gold. Our winding rivers to the sea, wander still.. The changing leaves upon the trees, still deepen till the treasured blue within the sky, stands bright against the lighted Oak that turns to solid gold. My back yard finches on the wing are singing still.. The golden slant of Autumn \ light, is dancing till the world turns crimson with russet hues with curried accents gently falling, raining leaves of gold. The busy squirrels with floating tails are dashing still.. Their u'inter’s forage storage plans are planted till their hearts are happy, and a snooze ensues. The seasons change, the times engage, but we shall not., entranced by Suture's gold. Cynthia Stamps Woodville
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