As I stepped onto the back porch the other day, a cool Pocono mountain breeze, low and steady, caught my bare leg and wouldn’t let go. Not much now. But I could feel summer being dragged away by the autumn wind.
Across the lake, kids yelled and played in the gentle water, as parents …
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