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October 8, 2006
This bright, beautiful day, my dog and I venture out together. For once, there's not a cloud in the sky, and the sun is shining brilliantly. It's one of those perfect, crystalline autumn days that make you glad to be alive. I notice the leaves are beginning to change, shedding their dark, used-up, end of summer green for shades of gold and red, little flames on the dark pavement. As I look at the beauty around me, I wish my parents had lived to see this. Then I remember: they saw so many beautiful days before I was born.