My favorite time of year.
I walked home last night smelling like other people's sweat, and stale air.
the sky was almost cloudless, and a lot of stars were visible
spinning away.
I could see my breath.
I went to sleep, and woke up in October.
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and
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And a merry Roctoberfest to you too.
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I gotta drop yew a line this weekend.
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