Autumn rolled in like a tide of fog, wrapping the hills that surrounded Brightfast. Her golden hair raidiated around her, catching the eye of anyone in the vicinity. Her rich golden hair waved in the breeze, whispering the town's secrets to anyone who would stop and just listen.
Autumn found it hard to stay in Brightfast for very long at a time. Her old and cold grandmother, who was forever on her tail, would creep up behind her and force her out. This left the towns people in a state of dispair. They shivered in their houses for months, just waiting for poor Autumn to come back to them.
(It sounds a little confused, I should probably work on this sweatdrop )
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