we blow kisses into the evening, cheeks pink from the cold wind, heat pouring from our eyes. its almost autumn, and it could be autumn anytime.
and then it is autumn.
and the evening returns wet kisses on our lips, and we're picking leaves and flowers and hearts and love and putting them in our baskets.
and the sun falls from the sky to the ground and everything's red and yellow and orange and nice. we climb a rock and take in the world, but we don't tell, that evening we saw the garden fairies and the toadstools come to live.

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