i miss home already. i wasn't expecting it to be such a heaven of autumn and haven of wetness, where summer could close it's eyes and sleep sweet at last. that's why heaven created this time of year, which while i admit i don't subscribe to a favourite season, seems to make my skin jump with excitement, more than any other.
i miss the red-and-green christmas coloured leaves and the spiced apple candle.
it's like the year is cut into two halves: spices and flowers.
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I miss you, my dear. But now there are flowers and spices under the fluorescent lights of my sterile white classroom.
uhm... you painted flowers on the wall?
and spices?
white classroom? never mind. boy am i confused.
Thus ends my attempt at being poetic. :p
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