Pippa by Penny Nelson

The picture in my immediate view was one of joyful bliss. Autumn hues of mustard, green and yellow, flecks of orange, all mixing sweetly together. The leaves gently floating, swaying in the wind, to finally settle on the blanket of leaves resting on the ground. My eyes felt the slight chill, even though I was...

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