one of my favorite things about st. louis is how incredibly beautiful it gets during the fall. the air is so cold and fresh, everything renewed.
leaves a-fallin`
the tree in front of my Buddhist Traditions class, Eliot Hall
the south forty 7:45 am
brisk and cold, peaceful, all morning-like
(trees playing shadow puppets on Shepley)
(before the 8 o clock printmaking studio)
you're the plane that draws a white line
across my mind .
: )
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