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In a short time, the sun would be disappearing below the western horizon. As a prelude to this event and before the day could no longer be called day, the late afternoon light began to produce a melody of color and sparkling textures to my eyes. As I interpreted in paint the scene before me, and in accompaniment the winds, like the hands of a musician caressed across the landscape touching the autumn grasses and trees. In turn these audibly gave forth their voices in chorus providing their own unique notes to this Autumn Song.
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