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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Autumn
The wind has scattered oak leaves like hands all across the sidewalk. Shadows of the arching leaves strain away from the sun like desperate fingers. The wind is still sighing.
Well, I'm not really... But the oak leaves definitely are! All the other leaves turn red and orange and gold, but the oak leaves have to just turn dead brown and keep reaching across the sidewalk...
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Melancholy, much? :/
Well, I'm not really... But the oak leaves definitely are! All the other leaves turn red and orange and gold, but the oak leaves have to just turn dead brown and keep reaching across the sidewalk...
Makes me wonder what makes the oak leaves so different...which was obviously one of your objectives...haha...
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