Shall We All Meet In The Autumn?

Author: Ariah Oak

Soon, falling leaves will claim the skies above my head and crunched bits of earth will cling to the ground. I will wrap scarves around my bare neck, and clutch my mug firmly to my chest, braving the brisk air autumn tends to bring.

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