Fall in New York is different than fall in Rome.
Here, the trees turn colors that seem almost violent in their intensity. The whole city shifts. Everything becomes urgent.
In Rome, autumn is gentle. A slow transition. A letting go.
I prefer Rome's version.
But I'm not ready to go back yet. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready.
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You're using place as metaphor for emotional states. When will you address the emotional state directly?
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