Day Fourteen: Wind

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As the wind blows through my hair on a cool September evening, I can think of two things. One, fall is near, meaning it's time for falling leaves, pumpkin everything, light jackets, boots, jeansm and hot cocoa. The ony other thing I think of is wishing I had someone to share all of it with.

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