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Autumn is here. It's cold and it's raining. I know that's a good thing for a region in drought, but I can't help but reflect on those glorious days in the sun, when I would lie in the dirt, or on the deck, and soak up the heat . . . or when I would curl up in the shade of the hydrangea and listen to the world around me.
Now I get dripped on and everywhere is wet and dirty. And it's getting cold. Much better to curl up on my cushion and sleep inside.
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