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Autumn...

by @vishalwrites

We seldom call Autumn beautiful. or never. Because things worn out and even blossoms fall down. There's dryness all over. right ? What if the Autumn is in love with soil. and to heal its wounds, Autumn puts flowers on it. There's dryness all around for autumn mourns on the dead part of soil. It's not always about beauty. It's about feelings. sometimes.
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Dec 9, 2017
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