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	<img alt="" src="{filedir_5}Wil.jpg" style="width: 167px; height: 250px; float: right; " />As a native of northern Michigan, I feel as if I am sensually starved by the rather un-dramatic change of seasons that occurs in the far away state where I attend college. So you can imagine that after two years of growing thin on the dry, windy autumns of Kansas, I find myself joyful to be home once more for the deliciously golden Michigan fall. Even though I will return to college, it is satisfying to be back, if just for a while.</p>
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	In the morning when I go outside, it is crisp and wet; the mist has not yet left the waters of Big Twin Lake, and I can hear the loons&rsquo; screaming call in the distance. Yesterday I climbed up a large white pine as the sun was rising and observed the shadow move down the maple trees, turning them gold in the sunlight.&nbsp;</p>
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	My weeks here have been a time of learning. However, instead of the meat and potatoes kind of knowledge, which I acquire at college, this learning is more like carrot cake with a thick layer of cream cheese frosting. It is delightful. Before this month, I might be able to tell you a few things about Michigan history; I live here, so naturally I have picked up some knowledge. But honestly, whenever I go to historical sites and museums, most of the information just passes before my eyes without sinking in. &nbsp;But now that I have lived in Michigan&rsquo;s history for a few days, things have changed.</p>
