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Septembers bitter wind bites at your ankles, as your boots crunch leaves, the smell of the old books you’d borrowed comforting you.
It was the time of year when, you were born again while everyone else slept in darkness.
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North Algona Wilberforce, Ontario, Canada
October 2019
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