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Autumn

~By Alivan


Leaves fall with the cool and mellow breeze. Nothing is left but the dark
grey bark on the trees. The light comes early and the days become short.
The birds fly south and quickly abort. Out from the closet jackets have
sprung. The chilling season of autumn has come.


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