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Nostalgic Seasons

October; the time of year when the weather frosts over the ground, and the Earth becomes a sunset. The reds, purples, yellows, and oranges all come alive when they're blowing in a breeze. No, the Earth isn't dying for the winter, it's becoming its own work of art. It's as if the Earth gathered all of the inspiration it could from the summer sunsets, and all of the alpen glows that happened night after night, and turned her leaves to the color of the sky. This is why I love fall so much.

- Kenzie Miller

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Curious Spirit

"Careful paw prints walking along the dirt road, taken aback as a sound is heard. He stops, lifting his head in the direction of the source. Is this what I'm supposed to find?"

-Kenzie Miller

A Gentle Hello

"The forests' guardian, protector of the helpless, the gentle giant of the woods, stops for a moment as the sun glistened through the trees, illuminating the leaves. A divine painters pallet appears as highlights of yellow, and scarlet red shift to where they're needed on the trees for the perfect picture."

-Kenzie Miller

Feathered Dusk

"With birds being adorned in the colors of fall, its only natural to think that they're the guardians of nature's beauty. The way their feathers appear to shift colors in the dusks light, just as the leaves do when they say goodbye to summer."

-Kenzie Miller

Golden Hour

"Seen as a ghost to the wilderness, the wise teacher in life, the owl silently watches, listening to the humbled silence of people walking by taking in the beauty that fall has to offer."

-Kenzie Miller

Wanderlust

"I can only imagine what it would be like for a buck to see tree branches for the first time. If he was fully aware of what his antlers looked like, would he think, 'Why don't I have leaves growing on my branches?"

-Kenzie Miller

Wolf Totem

When nature is gentle and kind to those who cherish it, it needs a protector to keep it pure. 

-Kenzie Miller

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