The ghosts of summer haunt this place, memories of warmth and love and laughter, when it seemed that love could never end and such thoughts were unthought unthinkable. Now the shadows fall, as do the tears, and what were pillars of certainty crumble in the autumnal chill as desire itself fades unthinkable. The letting go, the leaving, these pain as the hours pleased, and love
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