Orange, yellow, and red leaves ride the wind to the ground. They dance this way and that as the crisp cool air brushes through the little town’s streets. On either side of the road, shop keepers open their doors, waving their hellos, and disappear inside. Lights turn on here and there. Coffee brews in one…
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Cabins by the Lake
A cool breeze pushes back the woman’s long black hair. Her golden flecked brown eyes stare out at the lake. Behind her, she can hear the birds chirping away as the early morning sun slowly stretches above the horizon. She smiles her glossy red lips and turns away from the lake. Out on the water,…