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Autumn is Sooo Bittersweet But Today There are Ripples of Hope
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In the fall of 1976 I can recall stopping the car at the side of the road in the midst of the winter’s first snowfall at the peak of foliage season. I jumped out, tears streaming down my face, and ran to catch a snowflake on my tongue, as the swirling colors of the autumn storm were brushed into my soul from a pallet in the hands of grandmother earth.