This morning as I drive to work I decide that autumn has arrived and I think how there aren't enough words in the English language for all the shades of grey.
I even buy soup for lunch that burns my tongue with its unexpected heat.
But then, just when we had all written off summer, like a blue page ripped from a notebook, the sun comes back and reminds me that anything is possible.
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