Autumn and Childhood

In the colorful

Fall

All is well

The

Cool

And

Crisp

Air.

There is

No pleasure

Greater than

Jumping in

That giant

Pile of

Leaves.

Slowly you

Take in

The colors

And realize

This

Feeling

Is like

No other,

Unique

And only

Miracle.

The End

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