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Autumn 2019


Autumn always brings out the poet in me and the writer shows up even more. I felt nostalgia wash over me today for all that occurred in the beautiful Summer of 2019.

My pal said, "we're just a few days out of the Summer season don't start getting sentimental."
"Too late," I replied.

They label me as expressive. Eh, I've been called worse.

Happy Autumn, sweet friends!

Comments

Mick O'Sally said…
That's such a sweet sentiment! The rest of us love your sentiments. So your pal can shove it. Ha!!
LizChatter said…
So glad you stopped by, Mick. Thank you so much. I appreciate being appreciated :) LOL!!

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