In the chapters of this season, the autumn rain weaves like silk, delicately crafting a hazy tapestry. The sky hangs low, clouds caress the earth with their soft touch, and the raindrops are their tender kisses, gently, quietly, falling on every golden leaf tip, every silent stone path.Rain is the poetry of autumn, whispering in the wind, telling tales of time's passage and the changing of seasons. This murmur, though faint, pierces the barriers of the soul, compelling us to slow our pace and li
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