it is a seventy-seven degree (f) day in mid october. my jack-o-lantern is wilting quickly and i don’t even mind. he will look scarier with concavity by hallow’s eve. life is dreamy at this point in autumn. i am traversing south in a week and a half for a housewarming party. i have a number of projects in the works, not the least of which is self-actualization. i hope to be there by early two thousand eight.
soundtrack for this post how deep is your love by the bird and the bee
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