The relationship between a part and a whole, of.
November, a weekday, no one else criss-crosses to shutter
the chatter of her past that came to make claim of her.
As the ending of summers boiled for the trade wind of fall attempts with the aspirations of filtered skies that lie in soft, luscious dust,
that are filled with neo-grey pockets of blue sky. The frill of iridescent
colors that make there way through, green, red, orange, yellow, and brown. A
mild press between the mimic of the sun shines fortune.
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