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[happyfeet]

there is something about the fall air, when it cools enough to touch, that pierces through my chest in the most frank way. almost as if it were saying, "enough now. wake up." and suddenly the dream of summer effuses like flour blown off of my fingers. skeletons of memories appear again, and I cannot pretend anymore to be the confident, pretty,

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[_rain_cloud_]

you have a ghost??

pretty words, btw.

[happyfeet]

yes, yes I do. & thanks.

[dave4life]

i <3 you

[happyfeet]

:)

<3