Autumn Falls

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By jeanimoo

Autumn falls in a certain time of year every year it is suppose to be a season of many different colors and even scents. The weather is suppose to be ok and not too cold at all and I remember the thanksgiving dinner we learn about in School and the Pilgrims and Indians ate that special meal, I wonder what their conversation was and wonder if some of them became close friends. Autumn Falls as leaves turn colors and fall from the tree. And we all sip apple cider and eat pumpkin pie.

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