March 21, 2011
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The leaves crunch underneath the squeaky sound of my boots, crackle, crackle, crackle. The fresh fall breeze blows through my flowing hair invigorating each individual strand. I stop and embrace the cool fresh air blowing on me and take a deep soothing breath. I stop to admire the luscious blue puddles of water beside me. A little stream of water flows through a creek beneath me as I walk over a bridge in the middle of a forest, so quite I can hear myself breath. The forest comforts me and the vibrant red and orange leaves on the trees are a mind blowing sight to see. These are the senses of autumn—the most mollifying season of them all.

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