A sweet team

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The icy wind stretched it's arms out to us. 

My cheeks are red as I drive around on my bike on the hunt

for some new impressions to soak in. I stop by a place with wild,

almost purple and dead looking bushes. They are framed by a few

birches that always remind me of snow. They are so bright, they let me

dream about the days that were full of light.

I wonder when these days will be back and at the

same time I want to be in this frosty winter. I want to

feel my body getting numb from the cold and warmed

up by the tea that is waiting for me. 

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summer in winter.

And as they fall silence is all that is in my limbs

Little reds

Mostly there is no snow, no sunlight.

Then I like to look back on autumns last breath.

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As soon as we reach the end of the path where no sunlight makes it through the trees

we reach the little hill full of old apple trees. How often we have been here,

but nothing is the same. The light that shines on the dry grass, the orange

leaves and the young woman with her little son, playing with apples

under a tree so quiet and carefully. 

One golden maple tree stands out to me that crosses another path. The twigs

have this shape you want to sit on and read at, or just watch people being excited

about the little red balls that cover the grass in some spots here and there. 

I want to soak in all of it, I want to be in every moment.

I want to remember how the light feels on my skin before

November takes it away.

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