October. A strange month of summer--side by side and slowly turning into--fall. Of the difficult things that bring me on my face and get counted all joy. Of the we're in it now, and it's crisp and beauty, all around.
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| The people come hungry and we jump in feet first and He comes and He says: You know that this is Me. |
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| Work. The discipline of all things, to the Glory, with humility. |
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| This scarf has kept me warm in many corners of the world, and might just be my best friend. Happy to see you again scarf. (Happy fall.) |
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| These sweet babies. Joy, indeed. |
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| Also, hilarity. |
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| My favorite spice and my dear friend, hailing from the same part of the world, works out well for me. |
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| A writing day at the fruit farm. Fall, quintessential. |
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| Ditto. |
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| Again. |
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| Yep. |
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| Sunsets. |
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| Sunshines. |
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| They're learning tons over here... |
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| ...and so am I. (How about we make a list of our goals today, yours and mine too?) |
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| Heart bursts. |
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| Ditto. |
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| Writing Day Views. |
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| Restful. |
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| Marsh walking. |
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| That sky. |
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| Sun rises. |
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| Prayer in the Tent and He comes and He says, "Be Confident". |
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| Piano, all the time. |
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| Pretty Drives. |
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| A sick day, wrapped in blankets, |
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| on the crisp fall porch. |
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| Early Morning, Reflecting. |
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