This is my favorite time of year. It always feels new to me; like we are starting a new year, even though in reality the number hasn't changed yet. It's a fresh start. Everything always seems to be different in my eyes. The place, you, your friends. Maybe not in drastic ways that are obvious, but in small minute ways that will catch your attention on occasion. I also think this is when the world is most beautiful; when everything is dying. But it all looks so lovely as it falls.
fall is my favorite season, like falling to reasoning why
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