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Priceless Pennies

An Embodiment of Autumn.

I watch the girls go by with their pumpkin spice lattes.

I watch the brown and yellow and red leaves dance in the wind, descending towards the ground.

I watch as they are crushed bit by bit, and become wet tinder.

I watch as all the autumn-colored leaves are swept into garbage bags.

A sigh. A sip of hot cocoa. A deep breath. A breath of fall.

She always looks so beautiful in the morning; her hair unkempt, her eyes heavy and unfocused. The way she makes her way toward me, almost...

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