Aspen leaves

It was an early autumn day. A mild breeze slid along my nylon jacket. Leaves had settled on the dusty path. They were compacted under my tired tennis shoes. I stopped at a grove of Aspen trees. I looked up
to the very tips of the branches and then, to the quiet celebration of a hundred bright glimmerings in the Cerulean sky.

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Posted: Monday, February 4th, 2013

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