short story

Jon was out walking in the forest behind his house like he usually did after dinner. Giant tree limbs far above him swayed in synchronization with the faint howling of the wind. Low croaking of many frogs seemed to sound in harmony with the high-pitched chirps of the little brown birds. The leaves gracefully dwindled down to the ground, creating a soft blanked made up of different shades of brown, red, orange, and yellow. His …

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