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Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~ Robert Frost
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Sunny, with a high of 86 and low of 54 degrees. Sunny for the morning, clear overnight.
Go Allison!
Thank you for the flower series Jane. it started my day off with beauty and color.