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[absoleil]

The first day of winter is always the hardest to bear. My stoic autumn has given way to the chilly tendrils of winter. Her beautiful colours of red and gold are transformed to sad brown. Missionary brown, stale brown, dead brown. There was indeed a heartfelt tussle. She spoke in earnest to the winds. Sought counsel with the sun. Let me stay

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[manwithstory]

Beautiful.

[absoleil]

:) Glad you like it. Thank you so much

[pinko_asshead]

very very nice ....

[absoleil]

Thank you very much