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It was a little late in the year to be camping, but he and Blair had wanted one more trip.
Jim glanced over at Blair.
He wore more layers than an onion, but he seemed content, gazing off over the river.
"Penny for your thoughts."
Blair smiled warmly.
"Just thinking about a poem I got in my email."
"About?"
"Autumn."
He quoted.
"Liquid blaze of fire
Red river of autumn leaves
A tree burns within."
He fell silent, and the two contemplated nature's beauty, content in each other's company.
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