Newcomers,
naysayers: This is how we tell our quintuplets apart.
Spring:
Taste. Bitter flowers on children's tongues. Feta cheese (goat).
Summer:
Touch. Cotton blend sweaters. Fog on faces, in lungs.
Bay
Area Summer: Vision. Orange moon. Brown hills. Sutro Tower partially
obscura.
Fall:
Hearing. The leaves blow fiercer, and pause. The trees are in a hurry all of a
sudden.
Winter:
Smell. The bay, two miles inland. Rotting humos.
Delicious images. Thy are like your fog "on faces, in the lungs"
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