Jun 14, 2025
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summer mornings 💌
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September - a soft goodbye to summer, whispered gently by the rustling leaves of autumn.
Excerpts from:
The Letters of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath • The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien • Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos • Peggy Toney Horton • The Whole Story and Other Stories by Ali Smith • Albert Campus • To The Tune 'Soaring Clouds by Huang O. (tr. by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung) • September by Earth, Wind and Fire
Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
“Tonight I can smell the season the way it’s usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you’re used to it, when you’ve forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.”
— Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
Ali Smith, Autumn
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― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
[text ID: It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four.]
And which comes first?... What we see or how we see it?
Ali Smith, How to Be Both
Paul McCartney's instagram post / @leiromantics / @dear-photograph / @robertszombie / 8-bitstories / The Good Witch by Maisie Peters / @mothvhs / Autumn by Ali Smith / comic by @incendavery / Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I / all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is grieve by rai /
on nostalgia and not being able to go back to how it used to be.
I went to my great aunt's funeral last month. I slept in her bed in her house that's about to be sold. Drank vodka in a backyard I haven't seen since I was 16. I sat with my other great aunt during the wake; she held my hand, and I thought, "It's just the two of us left from all those summers we spent in Cape Cod."
I miss my grandmother, and her brother, and her sister. And I miss my cousin who won't talk to me anymore. I hope she misses those summers, too.