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here it is, my yearly entry to say that i felt it--just a hint, a breeze that could have been a hurricane pushing its way through open waters, but i don't care. it was there, that breeze, through the trees in the park on old coachman--it was dry and heavy, but cool under that heat we are so used to. i was abuzz with the ideas of cranberry juice and windows open and the music of the season, the slight energy that is indicative of the subtlety of floridian fall.
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