A day

It’s sleepy outside

The breeze lays a blanket of chills around my back. The pillows are cast over the sky and my bed is firm, still, and covered in leaves

A soft crack

The leaves are dancing in the wind as they spin their autumn song. Some are still on the trees, but like the birds, they are few and far between

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