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Autumn Mornings 🍂
The air is crisp,
windows edged with frost—
your hand finds mine,
beneath the weight of quiet covers.
The light spills slow,
amber through the trees,
and somewhere between...
windows edged with frost—
your hand finds mine,
beneath the weight of quiet covers.
The light spills slow,
amber through the trees,
and somewhere between...
