We Fall

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As fall rolls out and the winter cold quickly strikes our bones, I think a lot about the death of Fall. About the leaves gently gliding through the wind, falling to their demise. It is such beautiful sadness. They die now, but they will breathe life again in the right season. They will revive and be renewed. Fall has always had such spiritual depth to me, so much meaning. In this life we slowing approach our deaths, but we can have hope because we know that we will live again. 

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