Early Autumn

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The trees shook with laughter. They laughed until their cheeks were flushed with red and their hearts had burst under the fires of early Autumn. The breeze that had chilled them like fine wines, caressed their bark with that icy touch and left residue of forlorn farewell kisses on their leaves crafted into frozen flames.

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