BEGIN:VCALENDAR VERSION:2.0 PRODID:-//InvisionCommunity Events 5.0.18//EN METHOD:PUBLISH CALSCALE:GREGORIAN REFRESH-INTERVAL:PT15M X-PUBLISHED-TTL:PT15M X-WR-CALNAME:RMWorkCalendar NAME:RMWorkCalendar BEGIN:VTIMEZONE TZID:Europe/London TZURL:https://tzurl.org/zoneinfo/Europe/London X-LIC-LOCATION:Europe/London BEGIN:DAYLIGHT TZOFFSETFROM:+0000 TZOFFSETTO:+0100 TZNAME:BST DTSTART:20250330T020000Z RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;BYMONTH=3;BYDAY=-1SU END:DAYLIGHT BEGIN:STANDARD TZOFFSETFROM:+0100 TZOFFSETTO:+0000 TZNAME:GMT DTSTART:20251026T020000Z RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;BYMONTH=10;BYDAY=-1SU END:STANDARD END:VTIMEZONE BEGIN:VEVENT SUMMARY:September Equinox GOOD NEWS CALENDAR DTSTAMP:20250619T112213Z SEQUENCE:0 UID:347-5-c3fe8195a3dde498d013e477e2142422@aalbc.com ORGANIZER;CN="richardmurray":noreply@aalbc.com DESCRIPTION:September Equinox is from september 20th to september 24th i t was in 2021 september 22nd 13:31 UTC equate to 8:31 utc-5\, it is the beginning of fall  in the northern hemisphere\, spring in the southern hemisphere <\; http://www.astropixels.com/ephemeris/soleq2001.html  & gt\;   share photos of art OR text of fiction  The photos can be to-& gt\;sculpture/knitting or sewing/graffiti/tattoo or any craft depicting Bl ack people in spring in the southern hemisphere\, any country <\;south  america/caribbean/africa/south asia/australia>\; OR  Black people in fall in the northern hemisphere\, any country <\;north america/europe/ northern asia>\;  The text can only be fiction based on the following : Black person or peoples at the first day of spring or fall  Story 1 h ttps://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-september-equinox-art-or-text-craft-pa rade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&\;comment=948Story 2 https://aalbc .com/tc/blogs/entry/261-september-equinox-art-or-text-craft-parade-good-ne ws-blog/?do=findComment&\;comment=949  STORY 1 I remember the autumn gatherings when I was a girl\; sparkling gala’s where my parents dresse d me plus my siblings in glittering attire. I loved it. I felt always like a princess.\nThe pumpkin pie\, the cranberrry sauce\, the rice pudding\, the apple custard\, the watermelon slices\, the corn bread … I loved it all. A peaceful rearing for me\, the magic was in merely being alive\; I h ad no need of unicorns from mystical worlds gated in forests or aliens fro m beyond the sky or anything unearthly.\nI had a brilliant summer\, and no w my Autumn.\nMy autumn is simple and in continuity\, a life from a woman alone. My job I like to do while it pay the bills\, allow me to save\, and give me time off. I am unmarried\, but I have all sorts of comforts: masc uline\,friendly\,inhuman\; I am not alone. I am the autumn\, and I am at p eace as when I was the summer.\n\nThank you for reading\, if you want to r ead more of my work read below\nPoetry or More\nhttps://www.kobo.com/ebook /poetry-or-more-1\nBookbub\nhttps://www.bookbub.com/profile/richard-murray -16885e64-6c28-459e-bf5f-45c7d458ce49\nAALBC\nhttps://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/b log/29-richard-murray-hearth/ STORY 2  An autumn wind speak this mornin g. It speak that the autumn is here for good\, until the winter wind come. Let me boil some syrup. I need to get the wood\, give me a moment. <\;S niffle>\; I remember when I came here. The tantalum rush was amazing. Ca n you imagine a stream of automated vessels\, frozen bodies inside \, risk ing fate\, between harvested body parts to raided goods to slavery on an A .B. hideaway \, streaming from the spaceport in Addis Abeba to Beijing2 on Europa. I recall viewing it\,nightly\, with my ElectronMacroscope\, from here on Titan. Few of those brave travelers made it here\; the terraformin g of this moon was the last initiative of the United Nations before the fa ll. But\, millions came to this moon for the Tantalum. I worked my way her e: a labor ticket to the moon from Earth\, thirty years serving Senor Quet za who is still a lunar lord\, paid my way to the graneries of mars for th irty years of overseering the self-automates\, then enough money to take a long arc frozen trip around the AB and the battles of Jupiter. From out o f my mother's womb to Titan took ninety one years. At seventy-eight I was content. I never found a woman on the way who wanted eternity with me or l ikewise. I helped a few people become mature. But\, I just wanted to reach this place. Took me five years but I found this little enclave between mo untains\, no Tantalum\, but everything I truly wanted. Some place to rest after a life lived.I hear something. I am getting dressed to go out. Somet imes my fellow minors lose themselves in their depression. <\;creeeeek&g t\; I don't see anyone. ... I hear it again. Let me check the river. Ahh.. ..The Autumn Deer is looking at me from the frozen mist down the mountain in the nearby wood. Amazing how the deer evolved here. \"Hello Friend!\" A hh\, he is going into the ice blue mist. Enjoy life my friend\, as I have. If anyone find my audiorecordings this land is in your caretaking. The ta ntalum can not be mined forever. And the beauty here can not outlast the d ying sun\, but will last longer.  Thank you for reading\, if you want to read more of my work read belowPoetry or Morehttps://www.kobo.com/ebook/po etry-or-more-1Bookbubhttps://www.bookbub.com/profile/richard-murray-16885e 64-6c28-459e-bf5f-45c7d458ce49AALBChttps://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/blog/29-rich ard-murray-hearth/ DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20250920 DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20250925 RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;INTERVAL=1 END:VEVENT END:VCALENDAR