Descriptive Post

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Leaves are dancing in the wind, as they fall to the ground.  They have changed to the color of a ripe orange.  The morning consist of a crisp cool breeze with a light fog hanging in the air.  A black rod iron fence stretches along the dark pavement street into the distance.  The tree stands tall in the yard.  The trunk of the tree is as dark as coffee.  Houses down the street, sit alone in the cold.  The grass, damp from all the dew.  So calm and peaceful.