Burgundy, teal, and copper hints of sunset painting the glass on my bedroom window A windy nip in the air bounce graying lush leaves of the massive oak standing tall within my view Ebony wintry night Pervades my twilight hues escorting a delicious silence the epilog of a [ ]
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