I thanked God for you last night, the God you try to believe in, silently but with everything while walking down that shimmering sidewalk and kicking around frozen leaves. An ancient army, ranked and filed, awake and whispering, shot up from the ground and disappeared up up up into the blackness behind us. Crossing north america in a single stride
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you are my autumn.
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