No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face.... yet again "fair is foul and foul is fair" ( like shakespeare once said) for autumn is beautiful, but in between it's days and nights I feel such utter sadness as if I somehow belong among the leaves upon the trees that fall apart all along...
Today I've espied one of the dunnest mornings of Autumn...as I footed my way to school, the sky dappled into dimmest shades of gloominess... It was cold - I was cold...
"Oh Autumn your arrival saddens thine mood, but don't you cut and run hastily for i rate you top amongst all seasons."
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