From the 3 days that constituted “autumn”

It’s quiet this morning, cool breeze, light rain, a morning for resting your head on someone special.

It’s that time again, when the heat dissipates and reveals a secret beauty. Nature sheds it’s stifling raiment and bears its soul to those who are aware.

I am raw, unprotected.

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