On the Fringe of Autumn

Sep 01, 2006 12:33


Autumn  has come.  The sky is dry from the Summer and turned an Amber colour.

“Farewell, friends! It has been pleasant,” shout the crisp-brown Maple leaves as they leap from their branches and sail, elegantly down to the parched earth.

“How dramatic those Maples are, and they don’t even carry fruit!” snickered the Grey ( Read more... )

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liberacelives September 1 2006, 20:53:06 UTC
Oh, sweet.

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eyes__so_deep September 2 2006, 05:52:25 UTC
Lovely as always, dear.

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liberacelives September 2 2006, 09:12:05 UTC
YTHOMAS HGI THIS IS XANA

I LIKE YOUR FACE
BUT YOUR MIND IS GOOGLE

HAT IS HAOPPEJNING

AND I LIKE YOUR PENIS

ITS LAR5GE

BYE

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anonymous September 5 2006, 04:38:04 UTC
i really like the humor of this story. it brings out the humanism in nature, and its beuty.i think you are bringing human problems into a plant world like the achillea fretting about loosing its petals.
any ways i really like your story and i will surly read the rest of your magnificent works.

kenji

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