Against The Wind Posted on November 29, 2017 by skat Oak’s crisp brown leaves cling, gathering all their might to hang on until Spring. skat@2017 Like this? Share it!:MoreLike this:Like Loading... Related
I like the word cling in this context. It has a desperation and sadness about it. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
I like the word cling in this context. It has a desperation and sadness about it.
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True. They’re still hanging on!
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Fall always has that tinge of sadness for me.
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And me.
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