Changing seasons seem to egg on New York's beauty. Walking (OK - limping) down fall's passage here is bliss. Gilded light - low on the horizon. We are sun-watchers chez nous. On these autumn days, Colette gets up, takes a good look out the window and sings out to the street below: "It is a beeaauuutiful day, everyone." (Her voice is contralto - unexpected for a 2-year old, so insert that).
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Juli had a low voice as a child, too. It's always a surprise when you hear that low of a voice from a toddler!
The above comment is from Chrys Reynods -- couldn't get my google account to work!!!
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