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Here lies,
The very spirit
Of fall…
The magical change of colors,
Giving the dropping temperatures
A somehow warm twist…
The earthy smell,
As we walk the roads
In cold autumn’s rain…
The cracking sound
Of your frail body getting crushed
Under random pedestrians’ soles.
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Description for the visually impaired; Close up on freshly fallen autumn leaves.
Cyranny's Cove 
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Thank you, Cheryl 🙂 *Big hugs*
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Thank you, as always 🙂 xx
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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I can sense the atmosphere through these words
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I’m really glad these words spoke to you 🙂
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🌼🌻🌺
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