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the familiar rustle

the familiar rustle

Though the change of seasons isn’t dramatic in the Bay Area, I’ve been noticing the familiar rustle of fallen leaves skipping across the sidewalks in the wind. It started a few weeks ago, just when I had begun hoping for it, and the tightness in my chest—from stress, from worry—relaxed at the familiar sound. I […]

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for the season we are in

for the season we are in

It was quiet in my apartment this afternoon, and the light was sinking away, lingering so slow and lovely in its strange blueish state. Sitting at the dining room table, I hovered in between what felt like a million errands and the hour at which I should think about dinner, since this was the day […]

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