April 16, 2009
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A crisp autumn day.
The leaves are changing into golden rod, red, and orange, right before our eyes.
The smell of the crisp autumn air.
After raking the crunchy leaves,
You fall back into the pile.
And for a moment everything is quiet and serene.

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