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The fire of fall is filled with scarlets and golds, bronzes and browns.
Sometimes it arrives subtly, slowly. Then there are times when the brilliance of the season — set against the unmatched blue of an October sky on the Mogollon Rim — explodes in a mad dash to dazzle.
There is no smoke with this fire, just the warmth of a well-lived season in the summer sun and a loving goodbye until the sweetness of spring crawls out from under winter’s blanket.
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Tim Barrett 3 years, 6 months ago
Very nice! Now that I live in Nebraska, I really know what fall color is. I must admit that western North Carolina had some dazzling hues in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I think my fondest color memory was the lanes of flame maple trees in the fall in Baldwin City, Kansas. Still my second "favorite" state of residence!
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