...a young woman rejoiced to see that fall was so near. Her hair was lit by the golden sunrays, and the wind blew her long hair. The leaves were turning brown and orange. The winds, floated gracefully through the trees.
She crossed a large open feild, whose harvest graced the land upon which it stood. She seated herself on an old stump near the edge of the field and began to read.
In her hands, this young women held a book. To which was written the most beautiful words ever. "He hath made all things in his time beautiful."
Ok, so I was suppossed to finish the sentence, but it just all came...
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The sky was a musty gray, and rain drops pattered on the roof, spattering my nose and lashes. I love rain. I love Autumn.
...a young woman rejoiced to see that fall was so near. Her hair was lit by the golden sunrays, and the wind blew her long hair. The leaves were turning brown and orange. The winds, floated gracefully through the trees.
She crossed a large open feild, whose harvest graced the land upon which it stood. She seated herself on an old stump near the edge of the field and began to read.
In her hands, this young women held a book. To which was written the most beautiful words ever. "He hath made all things in his time beautiful."
Ok, so I was suppossed to finish the sentence, but it just all came...
Have a lovely day, Kayla!! Love you!
Oh, that's alright! It was SO lovely to read! Exactly how I felt!
Have a wonderful Autumn!
Thank you!!!
Love you lots!
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