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Pretty soon the conkers would be falling, she could already see their plump, cherubim bodies spiked and dangling like baubles, or those underwater bombs, from the oak leaves, hanging limp.

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Published: Aug 14, 2014
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Tags: #fall #tree #trees #autumn #leaves #colour #spiked #oak #conker

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