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https://www.creativeexiles.com/wp-content/uploads/autumnmountain_1519234829.jpg1280850Autumn's Hand Rolling through hills of Autumn's land where thoughts indeed imbibe existing still are nuances so grand instilling in sweet heart that freedom ride Warming breezes brought beyond the sun hallowed sensuality still bare begun Mountain's crest where snow still reigns islands of trees flouting about