Yes, I said see you Monday, but this lovely October light sure washes that Seahawk acid green out of your eyes. The first and last roses always the sweetest. Tomorrow, the last mow of the year.
"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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