The color of fallen leaves
the whistle of the wind
the crisp aroma of autumn
leaves performing the finest ballet
the warmth of a chocolate chip cookie
curiosity at its best
worn tires returning home
the meow of innocence
so furry
the melody that lingers in your head
the smell of apple cider
a story of words
these are my favorite things
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