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The Dime
I know autumn by the senses. It has a smell I cannot name, a taste that is a faint ghost behind the scent. But the texture... I have learned that autumn is the feel of crisp, cold and forgotten bedsheets against my skin, wrapped around my frame in the backyard.

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You have no idea how much I miss that feeling right at the moment. I miss autumn greatly.

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