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quietly over the past weeks a gentle autumn sun has painted colored leaves upon the ground and thinned the bright abundance of the wooded ranges most of the harvest is securely stored by now or sold at morning markets by weathered men and women in country garbs vintners are busy with their lots fermenting grapes and entertaining those who see their visit as pleasant pastime and escape from daily urban chores hunters and lumbermen are waking up to shoot and mark schools by this time have settled into the new year teachers are happy still to share the knowledge of our world with students still inclined to listen businessmen, remembering their vacations on the Bahamas or in Saint Tropez step sprightly into offices womanned by secretaries dreaming secretly of beautiful Majorca summers and of those never-ending nights on the Algarve I guess it is a human thing to find a new beginning and do best when nature’s breath goes easy to collect the strength for yet another fruitful year Or were it better that we also took a rest? * * *
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
autumn (re-posted)
quietly over the past weeks a gentle autumn sun has painted colored leaves upon the ground and thinned the bright abundance of the wooded ranges most of the harvest is securely stored by now or sold at morning markets by weathered men and women in country garbs vintners are busy with their lots fermenting grapes and entertaining those who see their visit as pleasant pastime and escape from daily urban chores hunters and lumbermen are waking up to shoot and mark schools by this time have settled into the new year teachers are happy still to share the knowledge of our world with students still inclined to listen businessmen, remembering their vacations on the Bahamas or in Saint Tropez step sprightly into offices womanned by secretaries dreaming secretly of beautiful Majorca summers and of those never-ending nights on the Algarve I guess it is a human thing to find a new beginning and do best when nature’s breath goes easy to collect the strength for yet another fruitful year Or were it better that we also took a rest? * * *
As it is the season ...
wwhoelbling
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
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