Back home. A chill in the air. A full apple tree, heavy with red and green, wanting to be plucked. Late blackberries withering on their brambles. Yesterday in London, I had my denim jacket over one arm. Today on the borders of Wales and England the window may be open, but I’ve put my warm socks on.
My seasonal playlists are always about trying to captur…
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