I am an autumn person. Even when I’m happy, I’m always sad
Yellow rain. The leaves cover the soil with a soft, crisp, colorful layer. The trees look like burning flames. The light is soft, golden. The leaves are dying, the trees will soon be bare. Another circle is coming to an end. I love this change and at the same time feel the pain of parting …
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