A scattering of natures litter, not vulgar like ours, but soft and colorful,meant to be, splashes of color in the black and white painting we created. The scents we can come to appreciate drift slowly, silently through the air, carried by careful gusts, pushing them, urging them, to make there full cycle, from saltwater, to leaves, to coldness, to blooming, a cycle of colors and shades and textures and feelings. We are ready for autumn.
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