Night Owl

Autumn looked out her window, at the oak tree that was in the middle of her backyard. The limbs were big enough to climb on. She always imagined sneaking out of her house, using the tree as her accomplice but she never had an opportunity to do so.

The best pictures are the ones taken at night. With or without a flash.
And with someone to come with you.

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Thank you to @thinkingfingers- for making this cover!

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