It's September. I'm not minding the date. That doesn't matter to me right now. It will be autumn soon. And somehow I don't mind. I'll be speaking differently during the long nights and cold, gray, dead days of winter. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'd like to watch the world die. It feels right after the hot, sunny summer. I'll feel the same way despite
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