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On brisk Autumn mornings I often find myself looking outside of my bedroom window. My eyes always seem to be drawn to those crisp leaves. It is not their wide range of colors that draws me in. Nor is it the way that they flow with the wind. It is the way that they fall, the way they evolve, that fascinates my mind. It is a constant, never ending cycle of life and death. It is unavoidable but sometimes I wish that those leaves can stay bright and colorful, in their purest form.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
The Leaves
On brisk Autumn mornings I often find myself looking outside of my bedroom window. My eyes always seem to be drawn to those crisp leaves. It is not their wide range of colors that draws me in. Nor is it the way that they flow with the wind. It is the way that they fall, the way they evolve, that fascinates my mind. It is a constant, never ending cycle of life and death. It is unavoidable but sometimes I wish that those leaves can stay bright and colorful, in their purest form.
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16/M/Amsterdam
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
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