It was a gloomy autumn morning as she walked over towards the lonesome damson tree in her garden. The sky was a rusty grey engulfed in mist.
A faint crackle was heard as she crushed the fatigued autumn leaves, which were slowly withering away…
– Fatima Ali
Words Can Heal 🤍 
always lovely words, well written
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This is so well written. I had all the autumn feels 💜💜💜
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Thank you Esha 💜
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