Autumn is upon me; like a lover she lowers herself onto my warmth. I turn my back, holding on to the memory of Summer, close my eyes and try to conjure the sweet sound of ocean waves and the smell of the salt and sand. But insistently she taps my shoulder, and begins to kiss my ears and nibble my neck. With a shudder I feel her cool fingers explore my hidden warm places. I turn toward her, entranced by her beauty. Hew colorful robes swirl outrageously in the wind, and she is dancing toward me. I join her - no choice now - and she kisses my lips with a promise of adventure.

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