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The fall air was gold and crisp and it carried the eye for miles and miles. Golden sun warmed where it shone while the sharp shadows held the cold promise of frost to come. Evenings were heralded by woodsmoke fires as the light faded and left the summer-lovers surprised still. Willows yellowed, oaks held fast, and maples dressed in bright finery to be waxed and pressed by those who remembered in time.