Perhaps it’s these first whispers of autumn: the dying garden, changing leaves, cooler nights, but this last weekend of summer has me pondering the passage of time. Another summer is gone in a finite number of seasons any of us get. I’m contemplating aging here, not bemoaning it. Even as I note the passing years, I confess … Continue reading Another Season
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