It was two o’clock. The sky was bright. The leaves lime, golden, russet brown. Everything was a mess. Twiggy, knotted, dying, living. Beautiful yet barren. Winter was approaching. December drew close. The wind whipped my hot cheek as I stood under the spidery tree. My nose was cold. I ran to meet him here, my […]

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