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LJI Week 10: synesthesia
He can hear the wind outside his window, the oak there bending in time to its gusts. This evening there's a bite to the air, a reminder of the changing season that's echoed in the russet leaves floating groundward.
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He can hear the wind outside his window, the oak there bending in time to its gusts. This evening there's a bite to the air, a reminder of the changing season that's echoed in the russet leaves floating groundward.
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