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Sudden moments of academic clarity. Silly Fea, it's not necessary to overload on classes to keep from being bored. Your classes are actually cool this year. Enjoy them. Do recommended readings. Have time to paint. Go paint more murals at the hospital, Fe, you know you loved it. Take the time to write that novel you'd like to finish before you graduate. Take the time to breathe the autumn air.
It changed, you know. Summer ended this week. My friends went outside one morning and sadly realized, but I noticed as it happened. The leaves on that one specific oak at home had been dancing in paint for a few weeks now. The campus trees were behind them, but didn't my friends hear the geese flying at night? The trumpet calls as they found their way with each other? Did they not spot the fading shrubbery? The burning bushes shining brightly? That first chill scented breeze? Didn't they shiver exquisitely on the way to class those first few mornings and realize what it meant? Did the cold distance of the full moon say nothing?
And so I'll leave off with the conassignation of time and mutability. Beautiful, both, if you remember to see it.
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