September 26
Walk with me to the edge of the woods and hear the birds. They haven't all gone south, some stay the winter. The cardinal will later perch in the evergreens and make the snow seem whiter - but now he sings in the bottomland that is protected from the wind.
See the last of summer's flowers, the sunflower that is a great deal bigger than the palm of your hand. And watch the lone jet draw lines from one horizon almost to the other before the wind scatters his lines. Even when the season seems to be taking away all that the kand has produced - remember the potential is stil there. and so is yours.
We gave you our hearts. You now have them.
SATANK
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