Of Dusk and Summer
Katie Hewko
And so it smelled that way.
The air was just a messenger of the seasons ahead. It carried the last breaths of summer and the chilling gasps of winter. It smelled like earth. Like rotting leaves. Like fertile soil. Like great smoky fires. It smelled like fall.
We sat on your bed, silently gazing out the open window and
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