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In autumn, the sky rarely stays clear of clouds for long. Fallen leaves fly, roll, and tumble across the ground like ghostly pilgrims who have lost their souls. They cling to your feet and, like leeches, try to suck a little warmth.

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In autumn, the sky rarely stays clear of clouds for long. Fallen leaves fly, roll, and tumble across the ground like ghostly pilgrims who have lost their souls. They cling to your feet and, like leeches, try to suck a little warmth.

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