Autumn always brings out the poet in me and the writer shows up even more. I felt nostalgia wash over me today for all that occurred in the beautiful Summer of 2019.
My pal said, "we're just a few days out of the Summer season don't start getting sentimental."
"Too late," I replied.
They label me as expressive. Eh, I've been called worse.
Happy Autumn, sweet friends!
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