November walk. In leaves and gravel.
After feasting.
We walk in memory and laughter.
Remembering.
And relishing the company in cold air. Clear and true.
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November walk
Tag: autumn
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Look up
Dawn. And I’m walking on a path interrupted by roots. Stumbling on acorns hidden beneath fallen leaves.
The way feels uneven.
Unpredictable.
I can’t look up. In the grey. Before full light reveals.
