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I relate days with feelings.
The sun on a windy November afternoon has a crisp scent,
A sweet taste,
A harsh love.
Blue skies and red leaves at noon in October burn the eyes,
Smell soft,
Caress the skin.
An acid of sorts.
Sticky May rain at 3:10pm on a final Friday sends chills,
Gives completion,
Tastes like pizza and movies.
More like I relate memories with days.