Along the beach road, my path was filled with fallen almond leaves this morning. They resemble oblong leather scraps, colored saffron, crimson, maroon, and sable. As I walked along, the leaves, scruffling and cruffling under foot, I kicked up puffs of their acrid tannin scent. Cicadas thrilled a tinny sound or were my ears ringing? The sea is calm today, thunderheads in the distance; it will be another hot fall day.
Sarah C Morgan 
This is lovely, like a little poem. Thanks for the contemplative moment.
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Thanks, Tracy, and thanks for stopping by, Just trying to get some words on. the. page. Tough going right now, but I have sensed something stirring lately. Hope your writing is going well.
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