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Sep 3 floral wreath made in Cavite #floral #watercolorph #septemberproject #lettering #letteringph #calligraphy #calligraphyph #botanicalart #florals #bouquet #rakoskee

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Officially the coolest Photobooth ever! #septemberproject @revolve

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The back of September's head was throbbing. October has crept up on him, cuffing him harshly as he had expected. They had spent the day together, hide and seek was their favorite. September could hide within so many of the leaf piles now strewn across the forest floor. While October could hide in the nooks of trees where she could only be seen from certain angles. They laughed and talked through the day and had a lovely day. As twilight fell on the forest, September sighed, content with the day's happenings. He thought about what he had left to do before the snow fell. Insulating his burrow and making sure he had enough food set aside were top priorities. But not tonight, tonight September was content to watch the stars appear before he fell asleep under the wandering moon.

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September's fur bristled and his fluffy tail twitched, telling him that something was coming. He had been watching a family of squirrels pack leaves into their nest, insulating it. They always took such care to cover every gap and pack the leaves tightly so not even the harshest winters wind could penetrate into their warm haven. It was a thing of beauty. But now September felt tense as he looked around, October liked to sneak up on him. He always tried to spot her before she had a chance to cuff him on the head, but he'd never had much luck. The anticipation made his nose quiver as September waited.

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September was peering out of his burrow, watching the world change, he had a theory that, if you were still enough for long enough, you'd be able to see autumn happen. That the change in leaf colors would become apparent, that the air would become hushed and still, and that the forest would slow. So far, September wasn't seeing what he wanted. The leaves were taking forever to change, most of them were still green. The air wasn't hushed and still, it daily buzzed with work, worry, and anticipation. Everyone was rushing about, attempting to organize everything before the snow came. September lifted his head as he got the sense there was only one other still body in the forest. He couldn't see him yet, but September could sense the other and he yearned to time to speed up so he could be with that other. 🍂

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September was out for a walk when he found it. A tiny, perfect nest that had fallen out of a tree. He could see the perfectly shaped eggs and the downy feathers left behind as flight feathers grew out. The sight reminded September of endings. The end of a beginning, the end of summer, the end of warm fur glistening in the sun. It also reminded September of beginnings, of new choices, of cold days spent curled up in his burrow, he smells of home surrounding him. Gently, September picked up the nest, something so beautiful should not be left out for all weather to wear away like it had never existed. As he returned to his burrow, September set it next to this year's first lead. September stood in front of them for a long time, looking and thinking and remembering.

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September has been abandoned as a kit. Raised by the world and fending for himself, September was forced to change fast. He learned the personality needed to stay alive. Remaining cool and aloof saved him from death many times, but it has caused him to miss out on experiences he would have liked to have had. He had never really had the kinds of friends that he saw around him. Most of his friendships he had were based on competition and a mutual hatred for the cruelty of the world. His friends came and went leaving him alone most of the time. Sometimes, September tried to be different, he would try helping others or striking up a conversation with them. These events never ended well for September, he was too callous for it to work out and he would return to his usual behavior saddened and bruised. Cool and aloof worked for September and he liked it.

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September's fur bristled in the breeze as he stepped out of his burrow. The chill in the air was invigorating, a snapping breath that made September want to go anywhere, fast. He smiled and bolted, flying though the woods like a red shadow. Everywhere, September could see signs of others preparing for the following months. Nests and dams were thicker than they were a week ago. There were signs of food being stored here and there and insulation being added to every home. Out of the corner of his eye, September saw a leaf fall to the ground. Skidding to a halt, September walked over and picked it up. He carried it back to his burrow, ever so carefully. September always kept the first leaf of autumn.