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Clouds foretell a change of season |
| Like Anser geese flying south for the winter, flocks of paper thin cirrus clouds are blown across the cerulean sky. Gathering around the crests of jagged peaks, they embrace the mountain tops like a band of gray-white woolen cloth protecting from a cold fall breeze. In the valley, we go indoors and locking out the autumn scented wind, we search through attics or closets for last year's coats and boots. Note: Anser geese are gray geese. Prompts: boots, geese, band, paper. |