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Sour.<\/em> – Anshika<\/p>\n According to Fitbit I walked over six miles today. The only spot of orange in my travels was this supercharged classic car which I stumbled across at a high end car show on Boston Common. I was disappointed to find only green leaves on the trees. It didn’t even feel like autumn today. In fact I was wishing I had brought some shorts. Truth be told this was far and away my favorite photograph from the days wandering. I’m sure things will be more autumnal once we get out of the city.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Orange Sour. Bitter. Bright.\u00a0 The sky before the night. The leaves in the fall. The rhythmically bouncing basketball The poet\u2019s nightmare. The fire\u2019s glare The bottle of prescription pills The pumpkins on our porch, still. – Anshika According to Fitbit I walked over six miles today. The only spot of orange in my travels … Continue reading Supercharged<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-802","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/802","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=802"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":803,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/802\/revisions\/803"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBitter.<\/em>
\nBright.\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe sky before the night.<\/em>
\nThe leaves in the fall.<\/em>
\nThe rhythmically bouncing basketball<\/em>
\nThe poet\u2019s nightmare.<\/em>
\nThe fire\u2019s glare<\/em>
\nThe bottle of prescription pills<\/em>
\nThe pumpkins on our porch, still.<\/em><\/p>\n