Autumnal Beauty

“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.” George Cooper As nature’s clock measures out the last of the summer sun’s radiance, autumn patiently waits beyond the horizon eager for... Continue Reading →

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