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Summer’s End

From the December 2003 Print Edition

Yesterday stealing from the sun dandelions lit the shaded path briefly. Now they’re gone. Hurry through faded meadows while light still holds. Days grow shorter; how quickly evening comes. Stirred to rise by a falling foot, feathered seeds graceful on the breeze drift towards the dawn. . . . . Continue Reading »