Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Autumn

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 The wind whistles through the trees. Leaves fall spinning and turning to the ground colours like the Suns flames children chase them. And throughing high in the air like a pack of cards falling to the ground.

By Charlotte ๐Ÿด        
                                                                                                                                      
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