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Toward Autumn

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness/ Close bosom friend of the maturing sun…” (John Keats) First Cast: On the Comeback Trail… The liquid light of afternoon filled the Slate Run gorge. I stood there in the much needed rainfall waiting … Continue reading

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