As best we could

Soon the leaves will begin their descent, leaving trees bare. It’s life; it brings us a beautiful spring and then tears us down slowly. The winds and the rain batter us until we become like broken children, however older and more tired.

Every fall breaks us a little until winter sets in and we have to stoically try to stand and fight our last fight, the one we’ve been fearing all our lives. We are alone in this last stretch.

But, we had, if we were lucky, an amazing spring and we’ll quietly bid our farewells knowing we lived as best we could, with our own meaning and hopes.

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