Literature
Fall Flame and Winter Frost
As I usually do in Autumn, I walk. Taking well-trodden pathways through the woods, even wandering astray from them. It's nice; calming. Above me thick grayish-black clouds reign over the sky, but I pay them no mind. Just an average day.
The leaves softly crunch under my bare feet, my toes scraping the dirt. Most people probably wish to have something like this every once in awhile. Yet, I get this everyday; as it is my season. For me, I tend to the world, bringing fall, and what I used to think-and a pretty large part of me still does-death with it. Now, even after decades, I start to appreciate the wonders of the colourful leaves and the wa
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