air cools to a crisp clean scent,
changing the temperatures to a frosty chill,
Fall is upon us.
Amazing how one smell can open the gate,
to a flood of memories long since repressed,
tortured by ideas of the past,
out from the cold it arises.
A fresh beginning to a new year,
a new story to be written,
over the footprints of the life that haunts before,
a creation of intention.
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