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Anna Albright
when the sky begins to turn pink around 7:02 pm the nostalgia starts to bloom but the death of the green brings the masked red, a change of days reminiscing of the chilly air whipping around while walking to the bus stop with neighborhood kids autumn leaves crunching underfoot gasping cold breaths while bouncing on the trampoline at dusk laughing so hard inhaling seems almost impossible dark mornings driving to school 90.5 playing music on the radio the solemn stare out of the window the decay of the light in the world even saying goodbye, can be beautiful
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