Here I am, listening to music and enjoying the general feel of autumn...my hoodie stash is expanded by two, made of the softest, gentlest hoodie material I've ever felt. Tea every morning is a perfect start to my day (not that it ever wasn't, but now it is appropriate). Leaves are growing into their golds and reds, and the wind nips at me every now and then. It's not as fierce as winter, not as easy-going as summer, and crisper than spring: it's my favorite.
So this is a good, good time. I am loving every thing about this time of my life: all my fears and insecurities, all my failures and shortcomings, all my strengths and talents, all my features and personality quirks - they all culminate into a girl who is not so grown up as to be blind to the magic behind every blade of grass, not so childish as to be hurt by every insensitivity of the grown-ups.
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