just brushing my fingertips, the feel of a coat so soft, the world’s troubles forgotten for even a moment, and replaced with that warmth, that smell, that sound, that feel, that orange-ish, that red-ish, that warm autumn brown.
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just brushing my fingertips, the feel of a coat so soft, the world’s troubles forgotten for even a moment, and replaced with that warmth, that smell, that sound, that feel, that orange-ish, that red-ish, that warm autumn brown.
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