REALITY: Sunday

Incredibly beautiful Sunday day. Summer still, yet autumn air is circling. Green grass wonders when it can finally go to sleep, and leaves hold on with dry-hand grips to branches they have loved in a summer fling. Flowers shake their heads deciding if they have the time for just one more spurt of blooms, and peppers laugh with time till they turn red.

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