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something about the warmth lingering in the air,

the familiarity of this view,

mountains cast in pink & purple as the sun dips low

something about breathing in the sweetness

of fresh pollen while walking through the woods,

the lime green grass sprouting new florescence in my periphery

something about this house,

walls vibrating; witnesses.

residents moving in, moving out, always evolving

but these walls still offer compassion

and the one-year mark soon approaches

it is all cyclical

start/end

and once it is in the category of "past"

nostalgia is rather inevitable

( falling in love with this place all over again )