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2011-10-07 @ 08:25:41
Summer ghosts hang from willows. Swans in the lake huddle up from cold: Autumn has come to everyone.
Everybody knows this time: waking up and seeing more naked trees, removing gossamer threads from your face - tenuous like your daily routine and eventually, falling asleep lulled by the sound of rain. And when you finally realizeit is really the end of summer, you find yourself snowbound. You want to winter there, in your home alone, whereas outside the rainclouds roll.
Everybody knows this time: waking up and seeing more naked trees, removing gossamer threads from your face - tenuous like your daily routine and eventually, falling asleep lulled by the sound of rain. And when you finally realizeit is really the end of summer, you find yourself snowbound. You want to winter there, in your home alone, whereas outside the rainclouds roll.