Fall is Poetry

Eyes shut. Are you aware? Breathe. The chill autumn air biting through lungs. Listen. Rubber crunching against gravel, then dirt. Feel. The silence of the woods tingling through the hairs of your arm. Eyes open. Are you aware? You exist in this second only once. So exist. Exist wholly and embrace ...

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