@marzbal
The autumn rain has broken the last resistance of the leaves that had escaped the season’s falll.
The stret, washed clean by the rain, becomes a quiet host to the final leaves leaves that linger not out of strength, but out of a gentle refusal to let go.
In this brief pause between faling and forgetting, the city breathes,
and autumn quietly completes its work.
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