By: Rhea Bogarapu | Read part two of her piece here. The eve of us came as quickly as the lost leaves of autumn. A time of triumph, a season of change. You are more than I can desire, a gift of nature heeding its way. All these colours begin to transform, just as my heart's favorite pastimes. Tinges of auburn scarlet swallow me whole and I'm left to renew. These winds gust me forward, and suddenly I find myself with you. -- Autumn's Blessings
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