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Little puffs of brown meander their way to the hardening ground. The vibrant colours of endless summer have abandoned the world. Muted, the autumn leaves lead us inexorably towards the bleakness of winter. Our world is numbing. Fingers creep inside pockets. Coat buttons are done up. Smiles become grimaces.

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  1. Super post, I love the last line particularly.

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  2. Fabulous. This has a really poetic feel to it. I especially love the sentence "Fingers creep inside pockets."

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  3. Hi Anna & Sally-Jayne thank you for your comments, I'm glad you liked the writing. :)

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  4. I like - the vibrant colours of endless summer have abandoned the world and our world in numbing . . lots that could be unpacked from here G Sussex

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  5. Nicely done. I enjoyed this.

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  6. Brrr, I can feel winter coming. Super use of words.

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  7. Love "our world is numbing" -- seems profoundly true, Robin

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  8. This is lovely, really evocative of the encroaching winter months.

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  9. I can imagine the leaves meandering as I read this..and the chill that sends fingers creeping inside pockets. Great write.

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  10. Beautiful and evocative. It expressed my thoughts on this season exactly.

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  11. So...you're not a fan of autumn Jim! This is such a beautiful photo of the season on it's way. Thank you so much for joining the 100WCGU. Hope to see you again!

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  12. Thank you for the comments :) I'm glad you like the writing!

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