Sunday, August 16, 2009
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The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
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yeah! We had so much fun, we must do this again soon...and I promise when I get a place of my own, you can come to dinner!
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