yellows and golds,
oranges rust to brown
fall waits to be noticed in
the back of the room
like a quiet child
and every year this is the time
my spirits rise
my spirits rise
my spirits rise
Yes, this is the time my spirits rise.
The most glorious time of the year.
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Please blow that up and frame it-the last picture, bug net and all. Perfection.
Also, I just read the last three posts in a row and I'm openly weeping.
Glad your spirits are rising.;)
hi there. it's just too damn pretty outside to care what kind of lonely we are, right? but net and all. :)
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