human
It will be autumn soon, Nan went on to herself, her thoughts still wandering in a vague dream.
gpt
I think I like autumn best of all seasons. I'd like to write poetry about it. When I am a great musician, I will write a piece of music and call it 'Autumn Whispers,' and it will sound like the wind in the trees and the corn shocks. Then I will write another and that will be called 'Autumn Secrets.' It will be about golden sunshine and shining red leaves and little pools of water in the hollows that look as if a piece of blue sky had dropped in them. I wish I could write music that would be a picture and a poem, too; it would be nice to have them all together. Trouble, where did you come from? I know Phil is around somewhere, she exclaimed, suddenly, sitting up very straight.
human
I don't want him to find me here. He has called me 'Sharp Corner' once too often to-day.