28/09/24

28/09/24
Quote from "As long as the lemon trees grow " — Zoulfa Katouh
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"The marigolds bloomed defiantly, their burnt-orange petals contrasting the pale gold of the falling leaves. Autumn had arrived with its cool, crisp air, and the world around seemed to grow quieter, more introspective. In the midst of the fading season, the marigolds stood out like embers, small flames refusing to be snuffed out by the coming cold."
She did not care for the company of humans, because they were small and bothersome. She just watched the birds in the trees and picked mushrooms in the forest. Her life with herself was complete and she felt little need to ever change it.
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October 2nd , 2024
"He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.
But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.
There would be no spring."
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September 23, 2024
I ran to you not just with my bruised knees and muddy hands, but with all the joys, worries, and secrets my heart could hold.
You were the guardian of my little stories, little secrets; your embrace is my refuge where I never outgrew.
Always yours ❤️🩹🙏🏾