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Falling apart off the interlocking branches above, fallen leaves drift toward the ground in spirals.
Shards of sunlight gradually finds itself through the gaps of the reaching autumn leaves as the grasp for the light that fights the winter cold.
From summer to winter, gradually they all detach and fall, hitting the ground lightly, making no sound.
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Adventurethese are just snippets of my deep descriptive moments. I hope y'all will like them. these are mine. [so please don't take credit of my work- I doubt you will though so don't worry]
