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Aug 2018
Summer, home to maturity.
We feel change and peace.
Fall, home to hope.
We feel amazed and proud.
Winter, home to renewal.
We feel love and redemption.
Spring, home to reflection.
We feel warmth and friendship.

Summer, home to failure.
We feel regret and disappointment.
Fall, home to loneliness.
We feel loss and forgotten.
Winter, home to decline.
We feel deprived and depressed.
Spring, home to death.
We feel old and despair.

Seasons tell more.
Or...do they?
Summer, home to reflection and loneliness.
Fall, home to maturity and decline.
Winter, home to hope and death.
Spring, home to renewal and failure.
Is that so?
Anything can happen, ya know.
That's your reality check of the day
That we live in now.
Nicholas Fonte
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   Alysia Marie
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