On this cold October morning, the wind gently kisses my cheeks.
Slightly chilling my whole body as I stare out to the world in wonder.
I inhale the crisp and unusually fresh air, letting my lungs engorge with it.
My soft pink lips now flush red, the wind freezing them as it passes.
A gentle tear rolls past, not out of sadness, but out of pure joy.
The beautiful world takes over the pupil of my eye and fills it with it's magnificence.
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