The Writing: Between seasons

Living in the end and a secret announcement.

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Here in Vermont we’re coming up on a change of season. I can not only sense it in the air but also in the trees that are starting to fade into their tans and golds, having taken all the sunshine they want and now packing up for the season.

Photo by Yanyi: A roll of film begins with a jagged, brilliant line that bursts into a new exposure. This one is of apples fallen into the grass with a few scattered gold leaves.

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