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“And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.”

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

Quotable – Simon Van Booy

Fall is the end of porch swings and blackberries,

a riotous end of wind-blown rain

of comfort falling away in red and orange.

The tendril of sorrow that sprouts in me

will not grow.

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“Your tears come easy, when you’re young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you’re old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.”

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