“There is no season more bittersweet, more achingly beautiful, than fall. Greens turn yellow and burst into flame. The wind runs its cool fingers through your hair and sighs, pure desire. You stand alone in the middle of a golden field and sunflowers turn to face you, nodding wisely. All this is for you... How will you honor it?”
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