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Morning walk in autumn

Frost and dew are heavy at autumn's end. Morning. I rise and walk a secluded valley. Gold leaves cover the stream's bridge. A deserted village with ancient trees. Cold flowers are sparse and still. A forgotten fountain - almost broken but still whole. For a long time the mind's scheme has been forgotten. What startles the young deer?

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