fall

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I can feel the bright orange fall leaves on my cold feet and the cool breeze through my short blonde dangling hair.
Sometimes it's nice to just lay down on the cold concrete and look up at the Grey pale sky.
My mind starts to think about Warm fireplaces so bright like a small  ball of light

This is my type of night.


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