P. 4. S. – 2

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I love the woods when October comes. The wind is chilly, the deer are easy to locate, camping is fun.

Here’s an old Indian poem that really expresses how I feel in October woods. I love this poem:

The junco trilled, my heart soared. Winter is coming, winter is coming.

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