A time of reflection
By Jaclyn Schrock
Many bare trees stood naked after our first bitter cold last week. They found little shelter from the cutting-cold wind from the pine trees. Tan grasses rigidly swayed, snagging dark leaves swirling, no longer doing their shimmy dance, as when on the aspen trees. Thewarmish bright sun set the atmosphere for joyful thanksgiving and praise of summer nights and days, now surely gone.
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