Flame and rust

Seasons are changing. The wind blows stronger, it’s a blurry mess out there.  My life is a distraction. Yours is a masterpiece. I keep busy trying to remember last month, the twelve months past, the five years gone. I will never forget summers at home.

But mostly it’s difficult to just wait without noticing.

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