The spectacle of a sunlit morning can flush away the dark pain of lonely nights. And it has done its magic this morning. The sky is cerulean blue, the remaining leaves of the trees outside my window are brilliant orange, and the crispness of Autumn air inside the house is magical. Happy Thanksgiving to the world!

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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