#lucyquin

We’ve traveled far, without fatigue. There’s been lost sleep, lost worlds, lost love, sometimes just lost. Yet, every time, something else is found.

Our guides from where we last surveyed:

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It is done with the same  optimistic feeling as one who  waits for the newness of autumn  despite its familiarity — the period between  the overbearingly hot  and the unbearable cold.

We’ll invite strangers into  our hearts to remove all  common sense from our heads.  We’ll forget the pain of  scorching words or  numbing heartbreak,  adopt a forced optimism that sees hope in utter hopelessness.

We are human and we  have succumbed to seasons of love,  the unbreakable cycle.  We will stand hand in hand  and admire the changing of  the leaves and comment on  how beautiful it all is despite  knowing it means they’re dying.