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Adjusting the thermostat... The summers heat is still upon me... Wishing for Autumn... Autumn leaves, brown and gold fall silently. Not one word do they whisper of winter's approach and yet, I know it comes slowly... Harsh and cold, the winter's wind blows against my skin, reminding me that spring is still so very far away... New life... New love... White roses... Butterflies, hummingbirds... And you. |
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