This has been a terrible summer. Brutal, really.
And yet, intermittently, there have been certain moments so exquisite
they were almost dreamlike.
Soon it will be autumn. The leaves will begin their shift from green to
yellow and all the different shades of red. The wind will turn cold.
Some days, I will sit at my desk and look out the window of my room.
Maybe, if you are interested, you would like to look out the window of
your room, too. We can look at the trees together.
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Read LB's "Touch."
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