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Ég panika alltaf smá þegar vindurinn feykir laufunum af trjánum og ég sé umhverfið verða allsberara með hverjum degi sem líður.
Haustið er samt vinur minn og mér finnst eins og litla barnið taki hringspörk og heljarstökk í bumbunni.