Serial Seasons
It was the beginning of fall and the leaves on the trees in Brooklyn were beginning to wilt. My dearest friend here was overshadowed by sudden sadness of the th...
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It was the beginning of fall and the leaves on the trees in Brooklyn were beginning to wilt. My dearest friend here was overshadowed by sudden sadness of the thought of her grandmothers passing. Although just like the trees, she wasn't fully absorbed by darkness,it was there and it was noticeable.
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