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Today a heavy blanket of grey is covering our vault of blue and trailing veils which soften the myriad shades and tones of the green quilted fields beneath.  

It isn't dull. Bright golden leaves adorn the oak and other trees as if all summer they have drunk the sun and others nestle their auburn heads together, I think they're whispering of the spring that's yet to come. 


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