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There is a song, but one that my poor memory doesn’t allow me to acknowledge the writer or artist. (A fast Google identifies Matt Redman.) “When the music fades…” keeps ringing in my head as I sit and swing on the Angelkeep patio. The day is too cold, too wet, and too breezy to really enjoy the outside fully, even while bundled against the elements. It’s what one must do to snatch a fauz-summer day in the midst of mid-Autumn.
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