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The warmth of an Indian summer passed leaving us shivering in Fall’s embrace.  I planned on leaving the furnace off until November.  However, with several mornings approaching the low forties and a permanent chill reaching my marrow I changed my mind. “Winter can’t be far off,” the leaves say as they float past my eyes bound for the damp, cool earth below.

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