Beneath Autumn Trees


The moon has a certain glow to it tonight, one that cannot help but attract eyes everywhere. The night air is chilly, but the people refuse to go back home. They stare upward at the moon, through the autumn trees that rustle in the wind. And in that fraction of a moment, nothing else matters.

 

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