Love Me, Rosy

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Angel in the Distance
A fine morning in November, dawning clear and bright. The wind blew crisp and cold, a bitter chill that sent shivers down my spine. The trees were bare, thin fingers that reached towards the sky. Their leaves had been whisked away by the autumn winds, swirling and soaring through the air. But there were also less fortunate fragments that had not been carried off by the breeze, instead sadly drifting to the ground. The leaves that gathered on the cold earth crackled and crunched, tattering beneath my pawsteps.

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