today i drove through the fading leaves of autumn... along the cliffs of the Hudson... through the silence of a Saturday afternoon... gliding through the terrain like some alien creature...
images of jungmin and ismene's metaphors flutter across the frame of consciousness like birds of prey...devouring the imminent intrusion of the soulful sounds of autumn...winter slinks along the palisade cliffs like a cat with freezing breath and chilling eyes...
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