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    Autumn

    Lakes of soft crimson, brown, and yellow ripple at the feet. Every leafy descent, a hypnotic beat, Observed by the discerning few, As the World waves bye to the morning dew. Barren sun lined limbs lie in a cluster, Hopes whiff and twirl with every bluster, Startled birds begin to shuffle and jeer, For they know winter will be long this year.

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    Perfect Storm

    Imagine yourself the captain of a boat with a group of friends and family.  You are caught out in a torrential storm of epic proportions.  You’ve never seen anything like it in all of your years sailing amongst the waves.  Amid the midst, rain, hail, and confusion, you see a titanic wave that you know will surely swallow your small boat and crew whole and push you to the deepest depths of the seaa where the souls of sailors of yore reside. Everyone on the boat screams that you should turn the boat around at full throttle and try to outrun the wave.  Your own weary mind starts playing the…