A mottled story
A mottled storyAs the days swiftly turned,Ushered in a cool nip, where before it burned,Her complexion turned mottled with age,Those age spots,the story,of a journey,to the next stage,Red, yellow, orange, she lay in pigmented glory,Heralding the beginning, of another colorful fall story--shubha
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