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Pewter Potomac

The shift is on.

Darker clouds cluster in the October sky.

Beware of falling nuts.

Must be the season of the switch.

Already the daylight is losing ground; winter’s night is gaining purchase.

Fallen leaves skitter to the gutters as traffic storms past.

But in the stillness between scudding clouds and gusty winds a burnished glow gilds the emptied landscape, lit from within by dreams of another spring.

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