I watched the faded leaf wind its way on the breeze through the stalks of my garden with a lissome grace that belied its deceased nature. It's shabby beauty traced a melancholy smile on my lips which sighed to see the year so matured.
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Fall is such a bittersweet time of year. Thanks for a pliant word, Steeler Chick!
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