When You Finally See “Waiting” for What it is
Waiting. I’ve been drowning in “waiting” for a year’s worth of seasons.
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Waiting. I’ve been drowning in “waiting” for a year’s worth of seasons.
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We’re walking down our road, which twists like a winding snake stretching out parts to warm in the sun, when she tells me. She reveals that fall is her favorite smell. I’m not surprised that the slightly musky aroma of damp leaves being warmed in the sun, then cooled in the breeze, only to be
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