autumn moves on inexorably with its falling leaves and blowing winds and steel blue water and grey scale skies and children wearing more and more and showing up to play on the schoolyard before school later and later and a feeling of reluctance to go outside and a layering of clothes when i bike anywhere and shoes and gloves drying over heating vents and the sound of city trucks picking up leaves at all hours and i feel this sadness as the last vestiges of summer wrapped in gold and crimson and washed out brown fall and disappear but then - this brave friendship . . . these two trees somehow merged and ignoring the imperative, carry on with their lives as if nothing . . . nothing else matters . . . . .
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