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Blue washes up against gray,
Pink streaks dot the canvas,
Autumn leaves bright and beautiful
Like the vibrant hues of a fiery spirit.

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The warblers tell of a tale,
Their trills alarming and imminent,
Whistling wind caressing tree branches,
A gentle reminder to stand tall.

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A familiar fresh scent lingers in the air,
Oddly comforting with every breath,
The taste of humidity never more present
Settles loosely in the atmosphere.

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The slight chill that wraps around,
The feeling of the mist swirls past,
Humidity lays down, content for a moment,
Knowing it will have to leave soon.

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As blue brushes against gray,
Both warbler and wind call,
Ocean scent floats inland,
It approaches steadily.