Faithful worshippers turn hopeful faces towards the sun. Heralds
of autumn, they stand immobile while the flock congregates and feasts until
beauty fades then disappears. Necks bend not in sorrow, but in promise.
"We want you to give it back to us in your own words, using your own subject matter. Describe something that is three different things at the same time. Oh, and do it in 33 words."
I'm hoping you can guess what I'm describing.
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