The November Winds are shaking the comfortable leaves off the trees, asking them to keep moving or find themselves become a part of the muck beneath them. They offer to toss and turn and keep them moving as long as are willing. Colored by the vanishing daylight, carrying their brilliant hues in the deep recess of their veins, they come together and whisper secrets to each other. They call out to one another, plan their long sleep. They will let the Winds of November carry them, maybe near, maybe far..but they will go for only by leaving, can they rest assured that they will come again.
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