it's feeling like autumn. hard nipples in the morning. feet in need of nana's slippers. bothering to make breakfast: a hot cereal, perhaps. hoodies in the evening. the breeze makes me want to find a denser book and a mug of tea; three quilts and to stay in bed longer in the morn. summer's not eroded, but fall is showing its neck. i'm totally listening to gossip right now (i already knew it all). bon nuit.
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