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Autumnal Equinox

By Megan Wilcox Goates

It was early in the morning when I crested the hill on my way down into the valley. The sun peeked above the mountains and back-lit a pink, translucent veil loosely wrapping the peaks. With the lake below and the blushing gauze topping the mountains beyond it, it was a moment of grace. “Oh my …

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