The Last One To Leave

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In a way, when the last leaf falls it will be a good thing. After that the countdown starts.

Like each extra minute each day post-solstice, every bumble-bee in the grass, bud on a tree, twig in a beak, Port Power loss, the war of attrition with winter can be won.

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