Her Autumn

Her autumn, her rhythm, her signs. 

Autumn blazes in its colours, even as the first frost whispers of winter to come. Sometimes, we find ourselves in a season of change, carrying the beauty of who we are while sensing that something new lies ahead. 

On reflection, I find that every transition holds both an ending and a beginning. 

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