Summer’s snaking backward in memory and the air is clear and feels anxious. It’s all starting to die around you, so hang on to excitement now. Once the pall comes, you can get to work.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Monday, October 14, 2019
Just follow your eyes.
I can't stop listening to
Maybe because it's fall now, and trees are front and center, dying gorgeously. Though this sounds like the stark ones of November, blotting a pale sky, their former glorious dressing rotting and crunching underfoot.
This was the peak of the epic show I saw in lush, pre-solstic summer.
Maybe because it's fall now, and trees are front and center, dying gorgeously. Though this sounds like the stark ones of November, blotting a pale sky, their former glorious dressing rotting and crunching underfoot.
This was the peak of the epic show I saw in lush, pre-solstic summer.
Wednesday, October 09, 2019
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