A Southern-born-and-raised writer now navigating life in NYC.
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Crisp leaves of golden brown, and autumn air, greeted me as I stepped out of the taxi to wait for him at his favorite deli.
By Kelsey Syble4 years ago in Poets
Tree branches swaying in the breeze. Cold, crisp Connecticut air. That grin I couldn’t wait to see. Your fingers in my hair.
