like a broken King, now and England

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Summer-like weather. The first blush of white blossoms are out. More will follow, and, immortalized by Robert Lowell in Man and Wife, magnolias. Spring is spreading out like confetti and contrails, when the streets grow suicidally beautiful, and summer will set itself down on the balconies and bed sheets with enough heat and humidity to desecrate

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the seasons, it is almost as if they are telling us how to feel. their sculpted cycles, history, memories, heavy with redolence / & the chance to tell new stories.

it is autumn, here.

(also, i would like to thank you for your kindness & generosity in regards to the comments you have left me. on a website where it can seem that few people take the time to truly absorb the words & thoughts of others, you have made me feel as if you can relate & understand & have taken the time to truly communicate with me & for that i am very grateful. so once again, thank you).