A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Fall
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall"- F. Scott Fitzgerald
This is beautiful and is full of truth.
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