carmel apples. cool breeze. andy warhol.

Right now I am sitting in a glass room with every door open surrounded by forest (once again) smiling. And considering some of my irrational activities as of late... smiling feels even more spectacular than usual. There is the most sublime bite of a morning breeze blowing through reminding me of autumn's arrival... coaxing my words into stories and poems. Being the youngest of five children has benefits for many reasons, but still being spoiled...
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