As I'm reaching into the dusty corner of my closet looking for something warmer to wear, I fondly reach into a pocket of my summer shorts bound for the laundry. There in the pocket I find a trinket of the summer holiday, a souvenir. It's not much, a half curled leaf still attached to a twig plucked on a summer walk . A memento from a dear friend , nature, whose rays of sunshine dive into my memories. Here in Wisconsin we are turning the page of seasons. It's a well known manuscript whose story is familiar to all of us Midwesterners who call Wisconsin home. Farewell dear friend , you will be missed and all the gifts you bring.
you bring!
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