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Winter.
Spring.
Summer.
Fall.
People say “when seasons change” but in reality, they don’t.
January is never humid. July has never seen a coat.
Seasons change and time flies but that’s all inauthentic.
They are always the same. Either/or.
But my perception.
My reflection.
My immensity. It changes.
It changes like the trends.
Who I love.
How I love.
The feeling…
It changes.
They’re never the same.

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