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Autumn, by Britta Benson

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I went for a woodland walk today, looking at the leaves, and I wondered, what they must be thinking. Hanging on. Still.


Late September and we leaves feel uneasy second guessing. No surprise. These things happen. We all hope, always, hope, this takes up energy we no longer have and then we simply wait for the end. We only have to let go once. Is all. Fall. The biggest. I started seeing other things. Like a dream, but I know I wasn’t dreaming. I was travelling. I think I still am.


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