The cycle A cathedral of colour, palette of yellow, brown, golden, red, mellifluous, mellow. Impatiently shaking her clothes from their frame, keen to renew, recommence, start again. As each chirpy season accedes to a fresh, she herself swells, yet fades with each breath. In a blink, it's the bole must make way for another, sedately decay, giving back to earth mother.
Lovely!
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Thanks Worms!
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Beautiful! Makes me almost like Autumn 🍁
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Blimey! I love Autumn. My favourite season by miles. 🙂
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I like the leaves, but you can keep all the cold and dark, thank you very much!
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😂 I love the colours, and the smells and the mist too!
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I agree with Ingrid. I don’t like that it’s dark by 6:00 now.
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😂And the clocks haven’t gone back yet!
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Don’t remind me!!
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⌚⏰⏱⏲🕰🤣
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My MIL, bless her, never swore. Instead she said, “for seiko!” which is very close to a naughty Danish swear word. So to all your alarm clocks, I say For seiko! It’s a great swear word; it sounds very spitefully spitty. 😂
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I love it! Coincidentally, my watch stopped working today, and you have provided me with the perfect swear word! 🤣
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Snap. Mine discovered the battery in mine was dead also, but I’m not certain when it happened!!
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I think mine is the battery too. Hope so.
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