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As I stare at the crystal clear lake, I feel the cool breeze against my cheek sending shivers down my spine. The lake is a mirror, the shining sun, snow tipped mountains and trees reflect off the still water. I look to the trees above calmly waving at me, I wave back with a wide smile and breathe in the fresh air they give. The only noise made is the crackle of the fallen leaves as I walk towards home. These fresh autumn days fall by as quick as the leaves from the trees.