The leaves fell slowly

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The leaves fell slowly, marking the end of summer. The rain would turn into snow soon, the trees from green to orange and yellow. All the animals and insects will soon fly away Leaving only a desolate, white tundra. The fish will soon await their fate For the surface of the water to freeze. For the connection of their selves and the insects above To be severed.





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