every leaf falls
to feed morrow's promises
of new beginnings.
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Where I live, we have no autumns and we have no snow.
But we have hope.
I dream of a day when I can experience the beauty of the colors and the whiteness of snow tangibly. Thank you for reading!
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