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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here, the trees turn firery red and orange, and the leaves gently fall to the surface. Fall is here, and the grass turns from green to yellow, the souls of many change their ways. From going on beaches in sun to walking on wet streets, with jackets on. September weather is here, too most it is depressing to see, such change in the world. But I love it. The girlfriends and boyfriends go away, and that makes me happy. Then I go apple picking. I pick red apples, from low, hanging apple trees. and I eat one, while walking down the trail. Fall is here, the time of death, the last of sunshine. I don't argue, I love fall, it is so cosy and it gives me hope. Hope that a day will come again, when the sun pops its head out and the warmth returns. September weather is the best, when summer is gone, but not quite, and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane. I love fall, it gives me hope, that with death comes life.

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