Leaves crunch around, the wind blows hard.
The trees shudder slightly as we rhythmically step.
Brown and gold colors catch our eyes.
I turn around, your eyes inviting and deep.
I am so thankful that beauty is everywhere
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
Leaves crunch around, the wind blows hard.
The trees shudder slightly as we rhythmically step.
Brown and gold colors catch our eyes.
I turn around, your eyes inviting and deep.
I am so thankful that beauty is everywhere
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