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Her name was Autumn and she was the kind of girl that used post it notes. She was the kind of girl that used post it notes and hid them; in hopes that somebody someday would find them, and smile.

Her name was Autumn and she was the kind of girl that the sun lived in. She was the kind of girl that the sun lived in day and night. She was the kind of girl who left mini sun-trails everywhere she walked.

Her name was Autumn and she was the kind of girl who wrote poetry. She was the kind of girl who wrote poetry of beautiful things. She was the kind of girl who wrote beautiful poetry and read them aloud in the forest; in hopes that somebody someday would hear her words, and smile.

Her name was Autumn and she was the kind of girl that always smiled. She was the kind of girl who always smiled and never cried. Autumn was the kind if girl that was always there for you; No matter what.

Her name was Autumn and she was not a single person. Her name was autumn and she exists in all of us. Her name was Autumn and she gave a little piece of herself to each and every one of us; in hopes that someday we all would find her, and smile.<sub>
(its true)

for Flash fiction month day 6 July 6th 2009: [link]
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