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| VIEW FROM THE PORCH |
NOON... I sit quietly on the front porch that spans the length of my home; watching and listening to sere leaves that are so dry and crisp they rattle in the breezes, never absolutely soundless ...
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They sift their way downward, through the sturdy branches of the tallest valley tree close to my house ...
They make their own music, falling in a certain subtle rhythm past my eyes, sharing their own dusty, dry aroma with my senses...
Occasionally they inspire a sneeze, but I am nonetheless content to be a part of yet another oh-so-rare September day.
