LIVING IN A CONTINUOUS AUTUMN

The mid-morning breeze strokes my face and the autumn sun warms my body. I gaze out toward the east at an endless stretch of blue water thinking that if I could travel like a migratory bird I’d circle the globe living in continual autumn.

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