Changes
Whishing leaves
flying through the air, twirling and whirling about. I see the leaves twirling from the
trees. I smell their beautiful
smell. I can see the hall, there is a
big difference on the roof, a new sign.
I can hear the leaves whooshing away.
The leaves are floating like a piece of paper. I touch the trees, they feel beautiful.
by Lydia
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