Leaves twirl before my eyes,
as they turn miscellaneous colors in the wind. Carols calling from the glass window fill my ears with delight. Flickering candles dancing on a cake, bring exhilaration to the butterflies in my stomach. Laughing, cheering, and clapping, fond memories I withhold. Crying, hugging, smiling, and comfort, infuse my memories with segments of confusing days In the end all is well. These fond remembrances penetrate my thoughts, leaving myself pristine and pure in my bed of memories.
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