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Uneasy Grace
Uneasy Grace
The sun decided to hide behind a swirl of clouds accentuating the leaves on trees that had only begun to turn yellow or red. A few made a brave attempt, color popping on the higher branches. The lower branches had forsaken the struggle, giving up their leaves to the cool water below. Couldn’t blame them. Mid-October and the cloying humidity and August-like heat made everything wilt.
Artwork by Jane Brinkley Thumm