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Such beautiful writing, Elsa. I think when we're in the throes of grieving we look for symbolism, as if to validate our emotions. You've described yours wonderfully.

Fall is my favorite time of year, even though winter follows. I see the blaze of leaves as one last burst of joy, and when they fall to the ground and begin to rot, I remember that the tree still lives. The leaves have been shed in order to make room for new life, and after winter's dormancy the cycle begins again. New growth.

I hope you can find joy and purpose in your writing, even when your writing takes a dark turn. My own writing about grief and the feelings associated has been a lifesaver. ❤

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This cause me to reflect on my own grief from a seasonal perspective I hadn’t considered before. Thank you for writing this gorgeous piece, and I am so sorry for your own loss. ❤️

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I agree. Thanks, Elsa!

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Fantastic work. You’re such an amazing writer, superb and full of heart.

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im so so glad that you have enjoyed it! this means a lot to me

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You’re so so welcome! It’s an incredibly powerful piece of writing.

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What a lovely writer you are Elsa ♥️ I was listening to 'Waiting in the weeds by Eagles' as I read this and it hit all the chords beautifully. Keep writing 🍁

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Really enjoyed this. I sat down just yesterday and write a poem about the melancholy of the season

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