Unbridled Joy
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For a full week October had worked beneath leaden skies, rain veiling her artistry.
Now she could hold back no longer. And so, when morning broke, it broke with great light, revealing a landscape of crimson and gold.
Its brilliance was almost too much bear.
Who were we to be blessed with such gifts? What was the meaning of all this splendor? This unbridled, radiant joy?
Overnight, it seemed, the world was transformed into a sphere of glory, reviving us, uplifting us, filling us with wonder and with hope.
“Here,” sang the breeze, “this is for you.”
And the leaves danced in the warm air all around us and fell laughing at our feet.
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