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As I walk down Harrison Avenue, I see trees that cantilever over the street, their branches adorned with vibrant autumn colors. Amidst this display, ghosts hang from the limbs. The faintest blow of a breeze sets them meandering, lingering just out of reach. From high above, the ghosts seem to watch over the quiet street, their presence swaying through the vibrant tapestry of the season. As nighttime approaches, the ghosts vanish without a trace, leaving the air with an eerie stillness. The neighborhood stirs in fear, wondering where they have gone. But by morning, the ghosts are back, dangling from the branches as if they had never left, their silent vigil resuming under the pale, cold light of the morning.
Weekly prompt: Spooky
Photo captured October 22, 2024.
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