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Friday, October 05, 2007
Fall comes...
The sun was white and low now, not the radiant golden bath that shaped our days and nights just a few weeks ago. My skin felt different and I began to see flashes of my winter self in the mirror. A horror set in and, as usual, I repressed it.
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