I get so homesick sometimes...for my old body, for trees that have bccn chopped down,..for you when you loved me. Autumn mixes it all up, a deck of cards with all your faces, swirling about amongst the trash and leaves. Finally.... it begins to feel like the end of summer. The demise of an endless Friday.
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Beautifully written...you describe the death of summer evocatively.
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