" You always took pride in running in the autumn rain as october was landing at your door step. Made by the red leaves - you always plucked them up, collected them in your little shrine. Do you remember - Ina? "
My grams remembers well the past and near past, but the now that past a few minutes ago she seems to forget like the evolution have of men. Yes, I once went by the alias Ina. Now my alias is part of my name just not the full name of me birth. Nonetheless, I always blossomed in the falling summer and in the bitter, cold october bris. Truly as an autumn child. But autumn hasn't come in me life for many years. This year, however, I smile once more. Touble's behind me. Hope restored and growing within me. I don't understand why. Reason says calm down, watch out, but hearts never listen.
With the change in the wind when summer is at it's end and the bitter, chilled autumn the promise of change is in the air. - Thaun&Momom
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