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Have you ever felt the leaves slip past your fingertips, as they fall down… down heavy to the ground? The warm shades of color splattering in your vision: fiery red, sunny orange and an earthy brown. White blurry spots cascading down and flourishing in the air—the feeling of coldness as it kisses your cheeks and hands. The blossoming of flowers, its scents wafting through the air, long forgotten its white-covered phase. Have you ever felt something as telling of time rushing, stumbling, falling apart, as the changing of the seasons? I can tell you this… I have not. Picture this: palm trees ...

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Lamesa Press-Reporter

P.O. Box 710
Lamesa, TX 79331
806-872-2177