i met two seasons

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all i had known was that i had been hypnotized by the charms of fall.
i didn't even need to grow to love her because i already acknowledged her beauty.
her dark mysteries kept me guessing.
the days grew shorter.
i had no idea there could possibly be a correlation between darkness and the shortest season.
i looked forward to looking out my suspiciously frosted window in hopes to catch a glimpse of her colors.
she was blinding, letting you only see her acceptable sides and tucking the rest behind her.

there are many sides of fall.