Confessions of Passion

Hang Ten

Fuck you, Ghosts!

The seasons did a drastic change last night. Over the summer, I dreamed about the way the scent of pumpkins would filter through the air. Each time a leaf dropped from the century old maple tree in the backyard, I wondered with the first tint of orange would arrive. A sudden drop in the temperature … Continue reading Fuck you, Ghosts!

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