A picture paints a thousand words. The trees that line the street leave a trail of falling leaves on a cold autumn morning along Faulkner Square. What a sight… a sight that will mesmerize me for as long as I live. This will be my last autumn in Liverpool and it shall never be forgotten.
The sound of rustling leaves from tree tops, echoes the autumn winds that serenades the tranquility of the moment, and leaf by leaf, picked up by the winds, that dances gracefully through thin air... gives me an insight to the peace that I shall seek from within.
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