the air is cool, not cold. Everything's covered with leaves. The sun
tinges the trees with gold, and a soft breeze and quiet birds are all
that pepper the lovely stillness.
Well, those, and the distant sounds of traffic. But I'm ignoring that ;)
the online journal of heather meadows
Well, those, and the distant sounds of traffic. But I'm ignoring that ;)
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