It's been pouring all afternoon, but I made a hike around the Sutton Wilderness Trail before the rain. I remember the abandoned homeless camp we found there one afternoon, hidden deep in the woods- the photographs we took in the dead of winter when the light hid from us, and again when summer had barely begun and we had to search for shadows. Today the weight of my betrayals has slowed my step; the October I can't ever begin to forgive. The hedge-apples are rolling down the hill, toward the lake, and each renegade sunflower-weed pretends it's still July.
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