August 12th 2017

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drifting
····coldly through August’s leaves—autumn’s
········sunset
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This evening’s sunset was earlier and the clouds loomed darkly. As if autumn were a child and the days her coloring book. She colors in the fringes, where we almost don’t notice, or notice in the smallest things.
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223 August 12th 2016 | bottlecap
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August 6th 2017

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as if
····the broom weren’t leaning by the gate—
········stars
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Tomorrow I’ll try to take a photo of the leaves changing here and there the way a slip of paper catches fire—a change of color at the very fringe, hardly noticeable, and then, before long, the flame that consumes the paper.  
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217 August 6th 2017 | bottlecap
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