Lofty high hopes of not so long ago disappear in a magicians slight of hand . A puff of smoke is all that remains over a gray marshland . All signs of life hibernate . The last of Autumns acorns hunts long past now . Winter is coming with bountiful falls of snow . All signs of landscape will be blanketed . Thoughts ring like bells of clear tones . Rest and contemplate the possibilities of life in a new year .
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