It is not just autumn, but also “the autumn of my years.” It is a time for reflection. Sometimes the past is the image you see.
The Autumn of the Year, Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year…
As I turned seventeen, I had finished my Junior year in high school and was looking forward to Senior Year at a new school. It was a bit scary, I admit. No one wants to leave his mates behind and start again, but that was my fate, not my choice. At least the new school was in the neighborhood, and I already knew a few students who were going there. Although we did not admit at the time, the final year of high school put many new thoughts in our heads.
You may think sex or sexual orientation, but those thoughts had already arrived years earlier. All the passing of a few years meant was these thoughts and curiosities intensified. As you might imagine, a few of the boys and girls were a…
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That’s my picture, but what happened to my signature? Oh, never mind. They are all over the Internet. Everyone messes with them. Love the post.
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Yes, it is your picture. It is just as it was placed on the original article on SERENDIPITY, I think. Since this is a reblog, nothing should have changed.
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