With fall comes death.
It is slowly creeping upon me once again.
Everything dies as the leaves turn.
The days get shorter.
The light gets dimmer.
The nights get longer.
Everything is colder. Everything is colder.
As I look out the window I wonder, is this the year?
How many more years do I have?
Will the wind stop blowing?
Fall brings death.
It is a depressing time of the year.
Winter creeps in.
The nights are long and hollow.
It is cold. I begin to get cold
One then just hopes they will make it until spring.
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