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10/10/2004: "Fading"

We have had a series of golden October days. The mornings are cool, sometimes with dense fog. It clears and the air warms up. New grass is growing, yet the leaves are turning and occasionally fall. The bagpiper arrived early and enjoyed his afternoon in the country, looking at the old oak and old gravestones. He's in counterterrorism in his other job.