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Autumn leaves

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So... abit too late cause we have alomost winter... damn it´s way too cold. Hope the time will past fast enough..
Just another pic with leaves. I just wanted a pic with yellow and red. First i had mixed the colours of the leaves on the bottom and the falling ones, but finally decided to divide them by colour. It´s way unnatural but also my way of expression. ;)
So happy weekends ofcause.
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It was the season of fall. One of the coolest times of the year. Not only due to the weather but to the flame-colored leaves that fall from the trees. A girl named Iyoki Nina strolls through the fall struck forest after another day of school. As she walks a poem that was shared from her poetry club passed through her mind.

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells... Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— 
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies." -John Keats

"(What a beautiful day to be alive.") She thought to herself as she continued to walk home. What a beautiful day indeed.