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  • Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
    and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking
    the successive autumns.

    George Eliot

    Hot day here, deep Aegean sky, no clouds.
    The hawks are restless, flying, calling out.

    I wake in darkness, no more early light.
    A feeling of transition in the air.

    The avocados ripen on their trees,
    persimmons on bare branches glow with fire.

    In the Valley, pumpkins lie like fallen suns,
    and family gardens yield abundant crops.

    Along the river, trees are sparked with gold.
    French Lavender mirrors the sky, fierce blue.

    And here, on this slow autumn afternoon,
    gardenias fill the air with their perfume.
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