Changes
Precursor winds play tag with golden pennants of the Fall by twirling them in tiny hurricanes. Their auburn hues now echo empty hands, which gave them birth. Once-shadowed hall, denuded massive oaks allow the light within their queues.
Though umber fingers clutch dead vestiges of yesterday, release comes soon. The detritus of Spring lies on the lane in piles… obscures that colonnaded path. Wafted away are momentary jewels, loosed by time, which fall like rain
to bury; and in turn be blanketed by hoary veil. So swift the end befalls and swifter still is life restored by moldering remains. The mysteries from Change’s well bequeath their cryptic legacy. They may be unexplored,
misunderstood. The universe, like leaves, will be renewed. Death and decay: conception’s seed with which we are imbued.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- S2/L4 did read "are momentary jewels, loosened by time, which fall like rain". S3/L4 did read " bequeath their obscure legacy. They may be unexplored,"
See Daniel's crits as the reason for the changes.
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