Autumn Descriptive Writing

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“Crunch,” whispered the crisp fall leaves blanketing Horizon Hill as I walked along the trail with the companionship of my dog, my mom, and my little sister. It was a clear blue-skied day. There were only a few cotton-like clouds in the sky and the sun was shining through the trees as if you were stuck in a juice box and the brightest light was coming through the straw. My tall brown boots folded and crushed the wandering leaves and sticks on the trail with every step. The mesmerizing fall leaves masked the trail with their bright, exuberant colors of fiery oranges, sunshine yellows, and deep reds and maroons. The gorgeous colors of the leaves sent a warm feeling throughout my body from head to toe. Beautiful multi colored leaves are only

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