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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The days have been overcast, drizzly, misty.  Colors are muted this year, beautiful in their faded tints.  Walking in mist and coolness, I remember Robert Frost’s “My November Guest,” the standards, “Autumn in New York” and “September in the Rain,” … Continue reading

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