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  • Dear Fall

January 01, 2024

By Lucca Falcao


Dear Fall,

I hope this letter reaches you well.

For some reason, someone told me about your smell.

We don't have you back in my country.

I've been here for more than a month.

I know the leaves falling from the trees.

I know the weather changing.

I know the pumpkins.

I know all the shades of red, yellow, and orange.

But I still don't think I know you.

I don't think you're going to answer me.

But let me ask you something:

Who are you?

When are you coming?

What should I wear to see you?

I already miss home.

Do you miss the leaves?

I think I've been wanting you all my life.

Just wanting to meet you, "the fall."