more pulp.
posted amidst what's rapidly becoming the onset of a really great time of year.
so a refelction on the fall in vt.
not even going to come close to capturing, almost hesitant to bring it up, in fact.
but there is a certain confluence in light, temperature, and smell that emotionally strikes and correspondingly peals notice of the celebratory lifting of the seasonal curtain. a transitional moment borne witness to by the change in foliage.
tough to convey.
it'd take a poet.
me:
not close. and just lookin for a cheap laugh. go figure.
(ae newman is a funny lookin goomer, though, isn't he. gotta chuckle)
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