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This June Saturday, the climbing sun bursts vermillion on the sea of black gowns in rows of white wooden chairs. Although, as they move the tassels across their mortaboards, the mirthful, yet tearful classmates realize they will take many journeys in their separate lives and quests, it feels as if a somber ending to their high school days, yet, it is a bittersweet beginning, of a beyond, of life's seasons, then, someday their high school yearbooks will be opened again ~ where photographs of friends, sweethearts, orange and yellow autumn mums the size of softballs, homecoming football games, spring proms, and antics, smiles and laughter are preserved ~ as they'll live on in so many dreams.
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