“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
— Maya Angelou
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I’ve slipped into the skin of autumn, the cinnamon and pumpkin perfuming each step I take, while the ancient archives await.
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“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not.” —Francis Abernathy
(The photos aren’t mine. credit to owner.)
