Oct 2014
it's always some kind of perfection outside
(the perfect storm,
the perfect blue,
the perfect colour leaves,
the perfect temperature)
and yet
it's midterm season
(the perfect storm,
the perfect blue,
the perfect colour leaves,
the perfect temperature)
and yet
it's midterm season
I always wish I could spend more time outside in October. I guess we always want what we can't have.
(Canada)
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