Ides of September
The sweet smell of a fall shower, usually immeasurable, the sound of it on the barn roof this morning feeding horses under light gray clouds against a brisk breeze reaffirms life – but perhaps more importantly, that we’re alive.

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The sweet smell of a fall shower, usually immeasurable, the sound of it on the barn roof this morning feeding horses under light gray clouds against a brisk breeze reaffirms life – but perhaps more importantly, that we’re alive.
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