#driftingautumn — Public Fediverse posts
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Drifting Autumn🍂
Hush, Hush, Hush, A whispering breeze, flows through the trees. Leaves creep down 'til they reach the ground. The only sound, a soft hush~ that is beautifully lush. Difting on, littering the lawn. Flying by right past the eye. When the time, is the drifting of leaves, that's when you pull on some sleeves. The beginning of autumn. Hush, Hush, Hush, Drifting Autumnhttps://solaceem.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/drifting-autumn%f0%9f%8d%82/
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Drifting Autumn🍂
Hush, Hush, Hush, A whispering breeze, flows through the trees. Leaves creep down 'til they reach the ground. The only sound, a soft hush~ that is beautifully lush. Difting on, littering the lawn. Flying by right past the eye. When the time, is the drifting of leaves, that's when you pull on some sleeves. The beginning of autumn. Hush, Hush, Hush, Drifting Autumnhttps://solaceem.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/drifting-autumn%f0%9f%8d%82/
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Drifting Autumn🍂
Hush, Hush, Hush, A whispering breeze, flows through the trees. Leaves creep down 'til they reach the ground. The only sound, a soft hush~ that is beautifully lush. Difting on, littering the lawn. Flying by right past the eye. When the time, is the drifting of leaves, that's when you pull on some sleeves. The beginning of autumn. Hush, Hush, Hush, Drifting Autumnhttps://solaceem.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/drifting-autumn%f0%9f%8d%82/
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Drifting Autumn🍂
Hush, Hush, Hush, A whispering breeze, flows through the trees. Leaves creep down 'til they reach the ground. The only sound, a soft hush~ that is beautifully lush. Difting on, littering the lawn. Flying by right past the eye. When the time, is the drifting of leaves, that's when you pull on some sleeves. The beginning of autumn. Hush, Hush, Hush, Drifting Autumnhttps://solaceem.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/drifting-autumn%f0%9f%8d%82/
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Drifting Autumn🍂
Hush, Hush, Hush, A whispering breeze, flows through the trees. Leaves creep down 'til they reach the ground. The only sound, a soft hush~ that is beautifully lush. Difting on, littering the lawn. Flying by right past the eye. When the time, is the drifting of leaves, that's when you pull on some sleeves. The beginning of autumn. Hush, Hush, Hush, Drifting Autumnhttps://solaceem.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/drifting-autumn%f0%9f%8d%82/