She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect. The browning leaves floating around her, the rusty oranges and reds that hung from every treetop, a caramel apple in her hand, yes, that was Autumn.
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I could ramble on all day about the ethics of all the things our country’s done.
But I won’t.
Instead I’ll say this one thing: it’s going to happen again.
Walking home alone.
She spots a man nearby.
He whistles, shouts a lewd comment.
She tries to ignore him at first.
He yells again.
She calls back, laughing nervously, "Maybe another time!"
He doesn't listen.
I write longhand.
Journal, pencil, print.
Letters melding together in a harmony on the page.
Graphite scratching the paper, pencil sharpening every 5 minutes.
Lined paper, perfect for doodles and random thoughts.
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