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What Autumn Said

Today, the sky was gray and low. A fine mist hung in the air. You know how a light rain sometimes dances like snowflakes? It was like that.

I watched the moisture drift in front of a black, gaping opening. I felt the glowering sky touch the back of my head. The wind put its fingers in my damp hair and Autumn kissed me, cool, on my cheek.

And this is what Autumn said:

Don't worry. Everything passes. The burning heat has gone. Now you shall be cool and gray, brown and black. Let me soothe your fevered summer brow. Your feet shall settle in heavy earth, in dry leaves, in cold dust. Death will kiss you. But don't worry. Everything changes. Joy won't last; neither will sorrow. Wait and even I shall go. Winter will brush you with ice wings and freeze your skin. Be patient. Don't worry. Everything passes. Let me touch your face--

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