Fall used to be my favorite season. It still is, but now it terrifies me. The rustling of the leaves means that the wind is picking up. The sudden heat of Indian Summer means that something is about to catch on fire. The rust and brown colors of the hills look like burn scars. The sweet heavy smoke from my neighbor's fireplace sends me into a panic attack. And yet I will not let fear and trauma steal away my love for this season. You can love what you fear, and fear what you love. Love and fear are dark twin goddesses of the heart.
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