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"For her there was no sun so soft as in autumn" 

 

      Babette by Alberto Gobbato photography

For her there was no season so soft as autumn. 

As if the light covered her in this soft hue. She would become so fragile.

And despite this breathtaking elegance she would radiate a clear sense of impervious strength. 

Like a wildflower. Her beauty residing in her flaws 

Tanlines disappearing, the sky gradually painting more dark and the air getting more cold

Rosy cheeks, light leaks, shadow plays

Soaking in the last of the sun's rays 

Summer would soon be a souvenir

Subtly fading away 

Into a peachy, poetic, pastel dream

Proving endings can in fact be beautiful 

Yes, for her, there was no sun so soft as in autumn

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