What I love most about autumn is the golden-crimson leaves blanketing the ground signaling rebirth to come, death in all its promising grandeur —Quote by poet
Open and more vast bluest skies, as temperatures drop in fall herein Cosmic and marigold flowers everywhere as crisp yellow leaves appear Transition from summer to winter and the tenth month of the year Opal gem prisim colors is the birthstone, emanating hope and purity Beehive’s buzzing tone guards the pheromone queen under scrutiny Eve of Hallows’ celebrated in scary costumes on the thirty first night Renoirs autumn’s “Argentuil”gold and red landscapes under the lamplight
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