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"Autumn Playground" |
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Yes, I remember Autumn, the fondness I felt recalling the look, the feel, the smell of her. Her gown, a patchwork quilt of golden hues that glistened brightly in an afternoon's light. Her smell, a delicate blend of burning fireplaces mixed with the crisp bite of a winter's chill. I remember Autumn, we were children together. Running, cavorting through a wonderland of brilliant siennas beneath a shower of trembling leaves. The playground is empty now, the swing stands motionless, and only the memory remains of the moments we shared. Autumn, yes, I remember Autumn; she is a Season savored with memories. Memories of pleasant childhoods, traditional family gatherings, and the long-forgotten kisses of old sweethearts. Autumn… she is Earth's artistic aurora. |
