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November 1997

 

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Autumn in the Endless Summer

The rain washed the city. I am feeling the Fall when breathing the clean thin air.

I am trying to grasp the opportunities of the world around me with both arms, while time slips through my fingers.

I should be happy. I guess I am. In the short moments of tranquility, I smile.