
I can feel the cold in my fingers. I grabbed my wool cardigan off the back of my office chair where it has been draped since last March. The sleeves are pulled all the way down to my fingertips, like mittens with finger holes cut out of them.
There has been a drastic difference in the landscape in the past week. The greens of the fields turned a brilliant yellow, but that has faded into the customary brown of beans and corn waiting in the fields for harvest.
There has been a drastic difference in the landscape in the past week. The greens of the fields turned a brilliant yellow, but that has faded into the customary brown of beans and corn waiting in the fields for harvest.
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