of the line
September enters the calendar by dressing the Romanesque stone of my city in orange
When September comes, it’s as if the trees anticipate what’s to come and slowly release their leaves, without making a sound, depositing little pieces of autumn on the still fresh and flowery grass, as if the nakedness of winter hurts less in this way…
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