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persephone's light


Demeter's tears


Every September, I get the same sensation. The end of summer, not yet fall. It usually happened on September 1st, the day school started again. I wake up, and look out of the window. The sky is a clear light-blue, and the window has dew on it. While I’m warm under the covers, my breath is cold. It is the first day that my room will be cold again.

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