Autumn to Winter

Autumn days had seamlessly merged into winter, who’s breath floated like a misty veil to cover the backwoods of my youth.
While, slowly and noiselessly, the needles fell one by one from the pine trees, strewing the withered grass with a carpet of gorgeous hue, reminding us all that divinity can exist in a hateful, ruined world.

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