Wind wisps leaves awry.
A present for Mother Earth.
Sprinkled bits of change.
How does it work?
I love autumn, it's absolutely a present from Mother Earth!
Lovely!
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I love autumn, it's absolutely a present from Mother Earth!
Lovely!