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The hushing and twirling gust of the breeze between the crackling leaves. The peripheral chorus of serendipitous belly laughter. The gradient and somber tones of the autumnal equinox filling the pathways with a hum of retreat. The aroma of the once summery and pregnant earth waving a farewell into her wintery chamber. Everywhere in creation, the presence of God reveals Himself to be Good.

Thank you, Mr. Beck!

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