asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,

it was windy out, ever so slightly warm, with dark clouds scattered around the sky.
it smelled like ant hills and soft, pink flower petals.
it smelled like fall--not the beautiful and complex fall, but the old-fashioned one--simple and alive.

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