@wenxuanfan

What is something about autumn that you never tire of? The wind rustles the leaves, making them dance hand in hand around the trees. The clouds settle in a blanket — not one to warm, one to chill — atop the sky, resting after a long journey. The grass is turning brown as the crisp, damp leaves litter on the tiny blades. Some leaves grasp at tree branches, tighter and tighter in hopes they won’t fall. The aroma of pumpkin pie lingers in the air, mixing with spices and fresh vegetables. The air is gentle as the sun shines down on the treetops; it’s warm, mixed with a chill that sends shivers down my spine.

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