Autumn is not summer nor winter. Autumn is a happy medium. Autumn is looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied, feeling content and feeling like everything will be okay. That middle ground in this mess of seasons. If only I could hold on to Autumn for more than a minute, my life would change completely. Autumn is honest and realistic, loving and lovable. Autumn is who I wish I could be more often. In this story of seasons, being Autumn was the ultimate goal.
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