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A gentle, gentle breeze blows swiftly through the trees. Leaves begin to swirl and fall. Many autumn colors to enjoy and awe. Apples to harvest from its trees. Pumpkins a plenty to pick and please. Blessings of Thanksgiving is a reason for autumn to be a joyous season.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Autumn
A gentle, gentle breeze blows swiftly through the trees. Leaves begin to swirl and fall. Many autumn colors to enjoy and awe. Apples to harvest from its trees. Pumpkins a plenty to pick and please. Blessings of Thanksgiving is a reason for autumn to be a joyous season.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
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