Almost November, and the sun isn’t its usual lethal self.
As the shadows lean toward the east I go to collect my laundry, only to find the thicker stuff still sodden. In two more months’ time it will have frozen there, only becoming dry when the frozen water sublimates into the very dry air.
Much as I dislike winter, sometimes I like the slow, building anticipation of it even less.
















































Hi hun,
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