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We were sitting here, you know. The leaves were red and dry and falling against the deep inhales and exhales of autumn. It grazed our cheeks and chimed like bells and smiled with old secrets that should always stay that way, we hoped.
Held out in calloused palms beneath the gentle light of a crystal ball. We see our futures in these cards and in these hearts, these hearts that stain old cards and wear their ends, held out in calloused palms.