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The sky looks different when
autumn arrives;
it’s almost as if I can feel
the cooler breeze, lighter air
just gazing out.

My imagination is vital during the
rest of the year,
pretending that it feels as
good as fall, no
matter the weather.

The sky is clear of clouds,
continuing forever it seems,
until the sunset illuminates the
ones coasting in,
carrying a cold-front in their
wake.

Just looking out of
my shaded window, I
feel a cooler breeze on my cheeks,
acorns crunching beneath
my heels, and the smell
of pumpkin pie spice,
as if it was warming my
kitchen like the sun on
the horizon clouds.


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