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Dec 2012
The chill of the stabbing wind chips my skin..
The colors of the leaves only draw my eyes farther and farther into
the depths of every crease in the trees:)
I walk the rocky seashore
and play with the splashing water
with my toes and
the salty water refreshes me.
I love FALL:)
Passion fire hope
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