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[ayamcs]

The clearest bluest sky, the most crisp biting cold, the leaves crackling in the air, straining for release from their branches, that chance to drift peacefully through the air for those few glorious seconds. And I just want to walk and walk and walk through the streets forever, watching the sun glint off the rooftops, glisten in yesterday's

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[joati]

its something about this time of year, clear days where the clouds aren't bold enough to show their grey-like faces...its nature at its best.