"autumn held so much discarded potential. leaves were pushed through with rough edged rakes rather than delicately picked and honored. sizzled away with one final degree was the heat of summer. the threat of winter scared people into thick knitted scarves. but, with the taste of warm apple cider lingering on their tongues, they promised that they wouldn't forget the season. that they wouldn't forget the calm that lulled them into a deep sleep for the night. that they wouldn't forget each other. it seemed like days passed without memory, that weeks were thrown away - but everything was better then."
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