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a meeting, of sorts
Dec. 13th, 2011 10:00 am[ Fall approaches, the summer days drawing to a close as the leaves begin to change. A warm breeze ruffles the branches, sending a brief cascade of color raining to the ground. Every so often, one of them touches the lake, clear waters nestled in a quiet clearing. As the ripples spread, there is a moment where the air itself appears to shift.
A breeze from some unknown plane blows in the opposite direction.
Something is about to happen. ]
A breeze from some unknown plane blows in the opposite direction.
Something is about to happen. ]
