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Jul 2014
Your leaves fall onto the open surface
And left there to rot.  
You're brought back to life
With the bright colors of spring , and you make the atmosphere remain light.
You provide us with shade to avoid the hot sun, from burning us to a crisp.
This whole process is continuous
And never comes to an end..
jellica
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jellica  california
(california)   
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