I looked up into the cloudless sky, thinking. Thinking about life and how perfect mine is. I feel sensation a tickling one. My body was not seen by my brown eyes, as if it was covered in something. Brown, orange, red and yellow leaves were like a blanket on my warm body. A gust of wind overcame the woods and brushed the leaves away. My body was again cold, colorless and plain. The leaves would only come again in the next year. Fall brings joy to me, the sight of the changing of leaves and the trees becoming naked without them. The enjoyment in creating a leaf pile and sprinting into the pile.
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