Fall has a stillness to it; the birds have gone south, the summer bugs have died. There are no leaves for the wind to rustle through and the wind in the empty branches always sounds so lonely. You have to sit very still, to get past listening, before you can hear the still lingering breath of life, ghostlike, but always there.
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