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i hold onto the way the air feels in october it brings out the best in me unlike the violating heat of august that fills the space between the dirt and the heavens only a handful of moons prior to the golden treetops and the ritualistic pumpkin and maple that stir our hearts and reveal our need for stupid, cheery things the earth is falling asleep lying its head to rest in the fading foliage on the ground folding up the day into smaller and smaller glimpses of light but here i am bathing in the soft wind here i am grinning in a grey sweater here i am waking up
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
the tenderness of autumn
i hold onto the way the air feels in october it brings out the best in me unlike the violating heat of august that fills the space between the dirt and the heavens only a handful of moons prior to the golden treetops and the ritualistic pumpkin and maple that stir our hearts and reveal our need for stupid, cheery things the earth is falling asleep lying its head to rest in the fading foliage on the ground folding up the day into smaller and smaller glimpses of light but here i am bathing in the soft wind here i am grinning in a grey sweater here i am waking up
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
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