The Colorful Flurries of Autumn Take Me to the Past

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the crunch of the leaves underfoot is my narrative in the morning, when I am just a yawn made corporeal, more ghost than body in this space between waking and living

the reds remind me of nights spent in front of a space heater, my body clothed in layers that weren’t necessary in other people’s houses, but I didn’t mind the chill…

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just another writer with too many cats

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