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Oct 2018
A tease amongst the trees as the wind blows the green leaves they turn brown as to appease to the ground blending in then fading with a sound of rustling the tree never showing signs of much struggling the breeze bringing harsh things to bare but to the tree it seems nothing but air
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Tru1  30/Philadelphia
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