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I was a lover of Autumn
all my life, but this year
I am dreading it

watching the leaves changing colour

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

from their branches, which are twisted
and decaying. The air thick with the
threat of Death

it will make me remember
God, will it make me think of

you

— The End —