In these days of dizzying busyness, when there's always something else that must get done, I love my long, quiet walks with Lizzy in the brisks mornings and dusks of fall.Now that my parents have returned to the tropical warmth of Puerto Rico, and my nephew also has left, leaving a heartbroken Lizzy behind (she was smitten with him!), the house is so still and the quietude, while filled with living memories, speaks of the summer's bygones and of how endings are always beginnings.
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