Today as I was looking around at the dull gray sky, crumbling brown leaves, and moist earth, I was struck by the thought that fall is the most beautiful time of the year. It also happens to be the time of the year when everything is dying, a stark reminder of the brevity of life. But in that time, you can see brilliant reminders of the beauty of life, of love, of humans and our relationships with each other. In the middle of this dark and dying world, there is light and life and love, like brilliant autumn leaves against a gray November sky.
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