notes on autumn
Elizabeth Moore
There’s something about a rainy autumn day, cold toes trapped in boots, and Ben Howard playing in my ears that make me feel like my best self.
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Living a life of hope & wholeness and sometimes writing about it.
There’s something about a rainy autumn day, cold toes trapped in boots, and Ben Howard playing in my ears that make me feel like my best self.
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