thursday: a lesson in fear

this time of year fog gets inside, creeping spooky feeling we aren’t used to. spidey senses tingle, usually warm bones feel the grave. it’s ok! we’re ok. the thing about autumn folding us into her mossy bosom is we’re not sitting static, we’re going through it, summer babes fighting cool chaos, receiving change. friends become temporary strangers in long jeans, scents so familiar haunt us; all this we forgot, erased, soft as soon as spring sprung. everything but instinct is meant to go back in the closet with our tough fur jackets, our resilient vestments. the fog says: let it

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