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Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
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Autumn’s Cold Touch
those icy shadows reach further out
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It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get? Elif Batuman, Either/Or
Outside an Abyss of My Own Creation
bats flutteroutside my windowthrough dark foliage while I float in an abyssof my own creationbats flutter through chilledSeptember airoutside my window fading beams of lightflickerthrough dark foliage
Lake Fontana and the Road to Nowhere
In 1945, construction on the Fontana Dam was completed, the structure stretching across the Tennessee River, creating Fontana Lake. The dam was built for the war effort, creating electricity for ALCOA aluminum plants and Oak Ridge National Laboratory’s Manhattan Project. The Dam also provided flood control and recreation, and part of the project included dedicating surrounding land in Swain County as the Great Smoky Mountains National park. The downside to the project was that several towns became submerged in the process of creating Fontana lake. Residents were forced to leave their communities, and along with their homes, they highway many used to travel, Old Highway 288 became submerged underwater. Residents were promised a new road, Lakeview Drive by the Federal government, which would have run along the shore of Lake Fontana, and allow them access to family cemeteries. Unfortunately the road was never finished due to environmental issues, and Lakeview drive ends at a tunnel 6 miles into the park. Ultimately, the US Department of Interior reached a 52 million dollar settlement in place of …
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Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer. Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
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Nature is an expert in cost-benefit analysis,’ she says. ‘Although she does her accounting a little differently. As for debts, she always collects in the long run… Margaret Atwood, Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth
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August was nearly over – the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear – the first sign of advancing autumn. Victor Nekrasov
Wichita Mountain Octet
I love reading poetry featured on the Eunoia Review, and this one really struck me. in the trees, fox sparrows continue without wifi, no signal in the valleys, roaming in a buffalo home. you can’t see the windfarm from the refuge … Wichita Mountain Octet
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August breeze—perched on the flame tree,a red-vented Bulbul. Meeta Ahluwalia
Everyday Strange 