There is nothing more uplifting to me as a breeze in September. I know that the kiss of death, the breath of Autumn is nigh; and it makes me shiver inside. I am sitting at the library at the university and I look out of the window and see the trees turning a deep red. I look past that tree and it is turning a deep orange. In as much as I detest
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I bet it is beautiful there.
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