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A reticent fox slinks by beneath the trees that still have leaves conversing for now the change in colors sleeps still, unannounced the rain smells of ploughed earth & freshly hung-out clouds & wellington boots Autumn's child cries it's first word & inside a low-lit pub a crisp old cider's poured September's dreams fermenting
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
September in the Country
A reticent fox slinks by beneath the trees that still have leaves conversing for now the change in colors sleeps still, unannounced the rain smells of ploughed earth & freshly hung-out clouds & wellington boots Autumn's child cries it's first word & inside a low-lit pub a crisp old cider's poured September's dreams fermenting
#rain#nature#seasons#autumn#cider#september#countryside
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
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