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Fall is transitional!

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It is indeed.

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So wonderful!

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I'm delighted to hear that, Tenyani.

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I’m trying to fall in love with autumn, but I have a summer stubbornness that’s keeping me from enjoying it. 🧐

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Summer stubbornness…I love it.

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I expanded it after I wrote it:

I’ve been trying to fall in love with autumn, but a summer stubbornness within me keeps me from embracing the missing parts of the day stolen until next year. In my stubbornness, I fill myself with longing for the fingers of the warm breeze that caress my hair as I fill my eyes with the sight of the ocean. I curl up in bed, wishing to be a bear, so I could hibernate and pretend winter never existed. I stay awake on purpose, hugging myself under the covers, wrapped in the warm embrace of my memories. When fall arrives, I wish the ocean’s waves had taken me, so the void I feel inside wouldn't hurt so much.

And to think, I used to complain about the heat!

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