Challenge
Autumn reminds you of what fond childhood memory?
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Brown, gold, red fall to the ground as the wind blows them off the trees. There is so much beauty in colors but I want to wreak havoc on the pile anyway. JUMP!
Brown, gold, red fall to the ground as the wind blows them off the trees. There is so much beauty in colors but I want to wreak havoc on the pile anyway. JUMP!