Summer and Autumn

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Summer came. Paddle was halfway up the Michigan coast and lots of things were happening. Cows and horses grazed in green meadows. Cool breezes ruffled the grain and slowly turned windmills. Wagons of hay creaked into old barns. Soon summer turned into autumn, and grapes, corn and apples needed to be harvested. Indian tepees stood on the hills, and the coast glowed yellow and scarlet.

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