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…ss the falling leaves, silently singing their melodies, I feel like I’m witnessing a sacred moment. Poetry and music drip wordlessly from the piles of burnt orange and plush red beneath my feet. Autumn invigorates my soul and helps me to prepare for the frigid slumber of Winter.

Why I Love the Silent Hymn of Falling Leaves
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Arpad Nagy
Arpad Nagy

Written by Arpad Nagy

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Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.

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