September 19, 2017
“I love this time of year,” the clerk said as she made small talk. “I love the smells, and the coolness, and everything about it.” “True,” I said, “and as fall comes and things seem to be dying, it’s good to remember that spring will come and rebirth will happen.” She paused, “Yes. Exactly.”
Blessings.
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