So I was walking down the street of Old Salem; past the quacking children and mother gooses. I got to the part of the street lined with fall-changed trees, and silence overcame me. A wind started to blow, and as I continued my path home the leaves began to fall as a summer rain. They covered me in a maelstrom of color and my being was overcome as
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How go classes for you?
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Classes are a bitch this semester, but I am kind of in whatever mode.
Hope you are well.
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