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The month for falling ❥ [ November writing challenge]

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"November's sky is chill and drear,

November's leaf is red and sear (withered') " - Sir Walter Scott

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Handing me the pumpkin pie he whispered, "Tis the season to be falling". 

I withdrew from his gaze and focused instead beyond him. Through the clear glass panel the howling wind pick up on its path a bundle of withered leaves from the pavement. As they swirled round the air I tightened my grip on the little makeshift fantasy filled with holiday treats of the blue-eyed stranger behind the counter. 

"Come again, love" A deep voice pulled me out of my reverie. 

I blinked back and forced out a timid smile to which he beamed delightedly at me. 

Soon I will. 

Bells chimed as I stepped out towards the mid-fall air. 

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