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i love the little blissful things in life- like looking up on a clear cool morning on the verge of autumn and seeing a double-u of geese headed south in all their magnificence- like finding the perfect spot to bask in the sun- like feeling a cool blanket of breeze fall upon deeply sun heated skin- like the part of a song that makes your stomach drop and your eyes close- like a green bug landing on the blue line of your notebook paper only for you to realize how gigantic you are (to it).
autumn's here, and although goosebumps on my skin and cold feet in the morning tell me the air is in agreement, i cant help but feel the life of spring in the air. optimistic molecules of oxygen and carbon monoxide, as if they are going to collide and give birth to something wonderful.
autumn's here, and although goosebumps on my skin and cold feet in the morning tell me the air is in agreement, i cant help but feel the life of spring in the air. optimistic molecules of oxygen and carbon monoxide, as if they are going to collide and give birth to something wonderful.