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Nov 2019
It was autumn
A better day could not have been asked for
The clouds were on vacation
The laser-like rays of the sun dotted the yellow, red and brown
Discarded cloaks of the Maples, Oaks and BirchesΒ Β 
Cloaks which were lazily dropped upon the forest floor
A cool, mercurial breeze playfully roused the brightly colored leaves
Into a chorus of whispering mysteries.
Written by
Scott Jurewicz
96
   Bogdan Dragos
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