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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() The Bukhansan trees let go of their autumn leaves, setting them free from the frolic of the wind. They spiral across the slope, colors swirling as they fluttered in the wind, finding their way through the wild grass. I try to catch one in my hand, but they slip through my fingers
and onto the opening. Beneath, endless roots of the oak trees buried themselves within the bog. The mountain was dressed in bright blended hues of red and orange, while their peaks were crowned with white. The soft serenade of the autumn echoed in my ears. The mountain cherishes nature, simply because it exists. Comments are closed.
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