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Hidden We’re too near a city and our own town powders night with light hiding the stars we seek; or should wish to. Dim is a cruel word, and gone, even crueler. Light is kind to farmer, to reader but pin-pierced sparks that stay (I’m told) and glow to gold; ought always be seen, to comfort and send an essence of sun in small beams that neither burn nor blind, but (so I’m told), only glow to gold. Ira Joe Fisher Email: irajoefisher@gmail.com Phone: 203-912-1457 Learn More Hidd

When Autumn Comes to Clouds When autumn comes to clouds it brings a Fahrenheit fall. And a lake grows grey even in day. When autumn comes to clouds birds plot their feathery flight high and south down and away.             Happiness upon your Octember, Ira Ira Joe Fisher Email: irajoefisher@gmail.com Phone: 203-912-1457 Learn More When Autumn Comes to Clouds - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher

The referendum is November 4, 2025 from 6:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m.   View the Sample Ballot There are four ways to vote: In person at your polling place on Election Day - Find you polling location . Early voting at Town Hall - Learn more . By absentee ballot - Learn more . Same Day Registration at Town Hall on Early Voting Days and on Election Day- register and vote - Learn more . Ridgefield Referendum November 4th!

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