“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
Falling Autumn peeks through summer's long reign with teasing tones and the gentle beginnings of letting go, there is a softness here as time crosses playfully, and I notice that I too have left the door ajar and, finally, things are falling into a newness long anticipated in a dream. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Easiest GF DF recipes that ANYONE can prepare. No BS.
Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
parallax 
We are under snow and cold, still very much winter 🥶
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Your poem beautifully captures why I need to live in a place with four distinct seasons. With each new season comes the potential for a new beginning, a second chance.
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Yes, but you won’t find that here either, I think it is probably somewhere in the south of France or perhaps Mexico.
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Beautiful reflections on the change of seasons, Paul. ❤
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Thank you so much Cheryl
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The change of seasons is a beautiful time. Each season has its beauty to reveal in its time.
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Yes, I feel that way too.
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You’ve captured a sense of craving for novelty so wonderfully.
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you so much
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
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I love this poem and the depth of hidden meaning in it
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Thank you so much 🙂
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