Neha's Thoughts
Carol
When Betina donned a white gown in October, I was not only in awe of the bride, but by her mother.
Carol skittered around the floor in crimson. Her delicate frame emblazoned by the most genuine of smiles.
As the seasons change, people come from far to watch the leaves in all their brilliance.
My eye caught a deep crimson leaf adorning the branch of a strong firm tree. I watched as this most beautiful and natural of ornaments dangled and swayed. Even in its most fragile of stages, it dazzled with vibrancy.
When this leaf descends into the earth and these colors fade, we bear the harshness and bitterness of the season to come, and we hold close a memory of the warmest and most vibrant of days.
When Betina donned a white gown in October, I was not only in awe of the bride, but by her mother.
Carol skittered around the floor in crimson. Her delicate frame emblazoned by the most genuine of smiles.
As the seasons change, people come from far to watch the leaves in all their brilliance.
My eye caught a deep crimson leaf adorning the branch of a strong firm tree. I watched as this most beautiful and natural of ornaments dangled and swayed. Even in its most fragile of stages, it dazzled with vibrancy.
When this leaf descends into the earth and these colors fade, we bear the harshness and bitterness of the season to come, and we hold close a memory of the warmest and most vibrant of days.
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