Fall weather comes around like a neighbor who knows your name but doesn't ask too many questions. Chills begin making you appreciate the warm spots at the metro station. The wind’s got that little bite, not cold enough to hurt but enough to remind you that you’re still alive, still part of the world that insists on spinning even when you’d rather it didn’t. You throw on that old jacket, the one that’s seen too many BBQ bacon cheeseburgers and too few laundromats, and suddenly, you’re a poet with pockets. Part two of Agos tomorrow. Glad she keeps coming around.

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