Staring out the window, the sky is gray and covered with clouds. There's a warmth in the air. A warmth that's not natural for this time of year. It makes me feel. There's a breeze in the air, a soft, gentle breeze that's a constant. It brings me warmth. The leaves are falling from the sky like rain. Red, Yellow, Orange drops. Covering the ground.
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so it's nice to hear that I can actually write.
tahah. Thankkkkks, Rumi!
mmm... twinkie flava.
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always a joy to read mr. bodie's writings!
never stop writing bodie :)
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