Sudden change in wind and the leaves blew the other way. Autumn was truly here and had been for a long time now. The light sifting throught the window hit the embroidery she held in her hands. It was only partially done. A grand piece it would become! Golden threads interweaving with blue and white, creating birds on the chestnut brown, silken fabric. You could almost hear them sing, if you listened closely.
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