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It was not one of those changes that happen all at once. Not like Fall claiming the leaves of a tree or a wall getting a fresh coat of paint. The change was more like setting a chair that meant the world to you outside. Not entirley forgotten. You still walk by it everyday, but you never see the transformation. Withstanding pounding rain. Fading sun. Bitter cold. One day you pass it by and realize you don't even recognize it anymore
