September 2nd, 2003


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Okay, I'm done with summer now. Give me the winds of fall, scented with woodsmoke and metallic cold. Give me the crunch of frosted grass under my bare feet, and chestnuts smooth and mohagony in my hands. Give me the scarlet maple leaves and the silver curtain of the rain. Give me the rustle of dry leaves and the murmur of a choppy sea and the recognition-calls of crows. Give me weather for homemade bread, for autumn-colored apples and squash, for waking up in a warm bed and listening to rain on the roof.

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