#softmidwest

[bookofkyle]

The sun sets softly against the old houses. I walk until the air cools and the sky forgets its color. There’s comfort in endings that don’t announce themselves.

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[bookofkyle]

The first cool air through old glass. A cat slipping in from the porch. The hum of summer fading into something softer.

The season always finds its way in through the quiet things.

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