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Autumn's Reflections
Fall as honest accounting.
Autumn does not apologize for ending things. Leaves rearrange without consulting you — orange argument, red receipt, branch going bare because that is the contract.
Harvest is abundance and invoice. Thirteen is old enough to hold both: cornucopia on the table, cold stare in the orchard.
Hope is not denial. It is next season filed early in the bud you cannot see yet.
The last leaf still turns before it drops.
JV · Dark Heart Labs