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Autumn Magic

Autumn perks me up. The colors are more distinct, space seems wider. On a cool breeze, my imagination flows. This air is coming from the hills not far West. A mythical creature lives there that makes sure the groundwater flows. This time of the year there is much to do. After the randomness of summer, things need coaxing to set in motion again.

In the field at the edge of town, a cat is crouching, keeping a watchful eye, enjoying the sunset. In the park near the playground, a young dog, a German Shepherd not yet much larger than a cat, is exploring calmly, with elastic movements. The owner holds a leash but stops every few steps to talk to someone or check his phone.
The dog is in control, sniffing and investigating. He watches me a few seconds. He knows something.

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