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everything is disjointed. the colors are never the same. smoke weaves in and out and smothers colors while birthing new ones. early fall colors are showing up. brought on by drought and cold nights. I haven’t quite caught up to summer yet. I’ve been trying to post for a week but everything is fighting everything. some nights its dark green and brown, and some red. and some gold and soft blues. I’m spending too much time looking in the ditches and the sun melts into smoke while I contemplate grasses.