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I wish that the wind would blow us all back in time to when school just got out, friends weren't separated, before birthdays passed, and everyone thought that summer would last forever. But instead, the wind blows us forward and we have to let the summer end as we watch the leaves turn from green to gold and the warm summer air turns to a cold crisp winters chill. As you hear lawnmowers cutting grass that sound turns into people shoveling the thick snow as it blankets all over the places we step. The gifts from birthdays turned into gifts unwrapping under the Christmas tree. Instead of hearing the splash of someone jumping into a body of water we hear a train running around the track at the mall.
(c) Written by strangerr d a n g e r r/Danielle