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2005-11-18 - 8:58 p.m.

a deep reddish-orange season

i grew up near a turkey farm, and the week before thanksgiving, white feathers were everywhere. dry autumn leaves went skittering along the asphalt, and the feathers swirled among them like their silent ghosts.

which is bringing the tears to your eyes - the cold wind or the bittersweet longing?

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