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Valle Crucis

All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.
TS Eliot “Burnt Norton,” from Four Quartets

          Autumn is not particularly glorious in the Piedmont area of North Carolina.In the mountains of my state, fall garbs itself like a flamenco dancer, in a fiery riot of passionate hues.But this time of year can be a bit dismal in the flat, central place where I reside. Here this season presents itself, more often than not, like asoldier rigged out in olive drab, with only intermittent punches of color, like his shiny buttons, to signify the time of year.Days can be hot and dry or rainy and dull, and it is only on the off year or so that the leaves even approach radiance.Despite its sometimes uninspiring nature, however, autumn has always been a time of energy and inspiration for me.
     Until last year, however.September 30, 2018 ma…

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