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[ayamcs]

The clearest bluest sky, the most crisp biting cold, the leaves crackling in the air, straining for release from their branches, that chance to drift peacefully through the air for those few glorious seconds. And I just want to walk and walk and walk through the streets forever, watching the sun glint off the rooftops, glisten in yesterday's puddles, tint the cold pavement with soft yellow light.

maya