Perfect autumn day.
On walkabout the landscape is brilliant. Crystal clear air, forever blue sky, green lush lawns, each tree its own perfect expression. Every leaf in place. Pregnant. Tis’ the season but the fiery palatte of autumn has not arrived. A secret moment whose arrival is still known only to the trees.
I thought I heard them whispering, but it could have been the breeze.
Shouldn't...but Do 
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