50 Word Stories: Beautiful Departures

Spring bursts onto the scene with dreams of grandeur, its passing unnoticed. Summer fades like washed out watercolours, a petulant child. Winter melts, ashamed of the bitter friend it’s been. Autumn gusts from the trees like copper-coloured butterflies taking one last flight, the only season to depart in beauty.

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