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Aug 2016
Fall is coming to an end and Winter is coming in.
She's gathering branches from the trees, and all the tiny leaves.
She'll pick them up and carry them home, and when asked why she'll simply say.
"I'm bringing back the warmth from when he left me in the spring."
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