This time of year hurts alot... every year, here i sit on my back porch sound of crickets only in the distance with the cold damp air weighs itself down on my shoulders and is inhaled and subsumed into myself... it makes me reflect alot and its so beautiful its painful sharing it with my ciggarette and a beer instead of wrapped in the warmth of
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