August – the eighth month of the calendar, the month when Summer isn’t gone yet, but the winds begin to feel chilly, a telling sign of how we have lived past over half of the year; a sign of the coming cold in the horizons. August – a month of goodbyes when the suitcases are…
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I think of summer as autumn moves away opening the doors to winter. Strong gust of November winds blow past my shell ripping apart my safe house just at the start of the cold. Summer has ended, a season gone but work still remains to be done. I’ve been lazy dancing under the sun, now…
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