Bite Size Contest No. 74 Sponsor: Line Gauthier
October 17, 2023
A gentle breeze is blowing through the trees, whistling a lively tune in an aspen grove. Rustling golden leaves as if they were dancing to Autumn's song before they tumble and fall. Windswept to the ground, an amber carpet found when nature wants to change her gown.
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