SOMETIMES WINTER IS SNEAKY and rides in quietly on the coattails of fall, cooling the evenings ever so slightly until one morning, there’s snow hiding between blades of grass. But on this particular Saturday, the Saturday before Thanksgiving, the wind blew hard and cold from the west, declaring an end to the mythos of the endless summer, and languid, hopeful nights.
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Joseph E Bird 
June 6, 2015 at 9:29 am
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April L Martin
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June 6, 2015 at 10:03 am
Thanks, April.
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June 6, 2015 at 4:18 pm
I really liked your paragraph. You’re a good writer Joe!
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June 6, 2015 at 6:41 pm
Thanks, Sarah.
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June 15, 2015 at 7:23 am
Lyrical, poetic, and perfectly WOW.
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June 15, 2015 at 7:47 am
Thank you, Jonie.
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