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Dialect Metaphor#

[created 8.12.04 and resurrected 8.10.04]

My dialect is like an autumn day, perhaps October 19th or later.  My dialect is crisp like the snap and crackle of the fallen maple leaves I step on during my evening walks.  My dialect is chilly like the weather front that bringts a cold wind on its way to January riding on the back of a warm breeze on its way back to August. 

Posted by Karen McComas on 8/10/05; 7:26:32 AM to the writings Department
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