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It was that time of year when the vibrant green leaves began their transformation into hues of gold, red,and brown, painting a pleasant scene.
The sun gleams over the grass, turning it into a shimmering field of gold, and the family gathers aroundan ancient tree, seeking refuge under its outstretched branches.
The cool breeze ruffled the father's hairas he reached for his guitar, filling the air with the sweet melodies of nostalgia.
Nearby, there is a big picnic hamper, woven from wicker, leaking a strong aroma of freshly baked breadand cookies.
In the background, a lake stretches out, reflecting the warm sunlight.
Its surface remainscalm, except for the gentle wanderings of geese.
With a quick setup, the mother positions the camera, capturing the family in their moment, surrounded bythe warmth of cherishing memories.
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General FictionMy summative assessment for ✨ English ✨ Don't Judge. I got an A-.
