hannahnobles
Something about a flannel makes the seasons magical again.
Crisp air.
Leaves letting go of their spots on the trees.
They sprinkle themselves around making the blank ground their colorful canvas.
I can't wait to walk in the fall again.
it was time for me to choose. Do I pick the red or green apples today? I sighed. Life's problems should be this simple. Life's choices should be simple in the selection.
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