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As the wind from the north blows across the plain, the leaves turn colour, the woods are on fire now, they burn brightly through the low laying sun. Winter is near but i feel fine, this last bit of colour reminds me of brighter times to come when the cold is gone, this one last glimpse of life before the cold hand of winter comes to claim her rightRead the full of Fall