while the trees are a golden explosion outside of my window, these days I'm stuck inside doing research, writing on what feels like ten dissertations.please bear with me for little absence, it's two weeks untill the semester's start and the workload is impressive.
I feel very light these days though, almost ethereal.
I have always been a very floral person and there is something about every copper leave that falls on my ways setting me into that kind of productive melancholy, making me want to create a poem out of every ludicrous thought I have.
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