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#falk
Impending death of my beautiful summer as fall encroaches. Leaves falling. Bare branches like twisted fingers, dry grass with the bald spots showing soil -i grin and bear it. I long for sunshine and rain. Oh summer I grieve and anxiously look forward to seeing you after spring next year.
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
Fall-ing