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Late August



Songbirds silent in the dawn as crickets chirp from their secret places.


Hull crumbles pitter-patter on tired green leaves as squirrels cut hickory nuts in the tree tops.


Monarchs float through milkweed and morning glory in soft misty light as dew-laced spider webs shimmer white in the slight stirring.


Summer’s auburn deer fading into autumn’s timber-gray ghosts nibbling on purple beautyberry and poke sallet.


It’s still warm. It’s still humid. It's still summer But a subtle and delicious change is in the air.

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