The last leaf comes to a resting spot atop the pile beneath the naked tree. A smile erupts across the child’s face as he greets the first snow. A peek of green from beneath the slush brings hope to the girl sick of her blue jeans. The day the thermometer breaks 70, the beach doesn’t look so lonely anymore. The last leaf comes to a resting spot atop the pile beneath the naked tree. A smile erupts across the child’s face as he greets the first snow. A peek of green from beneath the slush brings hope to the girl sick of her blue jeans. The day the thermometer breaks 70, the beach doesn’t look so lonely anymore.
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