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One rusty star on the sidewalk.A change of seasons: I have stepped into a room you cannot enter.Corrupted planet.A door closed on summer banged open.Intimations of fall (same root as intimate! you would want to know)It's the air hinting to me, not you. The leaves whispering to me not youThe sun shining on meNot you