Summer was over and we were two weeks into the fall but there was still some color left, albeit was fading.
I could wax poetic about "beauty is the fading flower," but I think you get the idea. Late in the season, we hold on to the things most precious until they are also gone.
- Avalon, New Jersey. October 2009.
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Nice thought ... We do tend to hold on to thing when the are about to go.
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ReplyDeleteThanks. It's nice to hear from you. I hope you have been well.