The very word is a crackle and pop in my mouth. Its mysterious allure that renews annually. Where colors intertwine with scents until the season is spent face upturned, yearning to assimilate all smells and sights and sounds Autumn offers. Brace yourself, Autumn is coming.
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A Passel Of Poems & Short Stories
RandomJust some poems and stories I have written over the last couple of years. Enjoy!
