The cold in autumn, alone, walking through the graveyard.
Real life sepia.
Love thy neightbor. She makes me fig preserves in the spring and autumn. Truffle chocolates for Christmas. I adore her; this woman of great virtue and excellent striving...
Solemn afternoon. November 11 of 2008. Witnessed a man gunned down in Woodruff Park. Saw an old lover face to face. Felt the ghost of ghosts this day.
Rye Crepes
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