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autumn
The late trees. Always fading away into our memories. We like the yellow and red, the mellow colors without dread. we like to imagine we were they. As we grow older, we grow colorful. As time marches we grow bolder. then we return to youth when the sun returns. but we know we aren’t. wishing on trees. like wishing on stars.
Posted By James McSander On 11.08.2011 @ 6:17 am
