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Willms Road

October stings my nostrils:the scent of harvest, skunk,and smoldering leaves heavy with dust and recent twilight.Gravel crunches patiently underfoot,monologuing in earthy tones on sediment and sand.Brittle air pinches my cheeksand the gentle roundness of your ears until they blush from the attention,red as summer, cold as frost.

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