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Tumbleweed · F
I'll think about how the leaves dance with the wind and how the sun goes to bed earlier, how the smell of a woodstove fills the air and the sound of little goblins giggling and playing hide and seek. I'll look forward to the smell of pine trees and jingle of sleigh bells. And we'll hold hands and quietly think our most cherished thoughts and smile.



