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This is called an "Indian Summer". It's almost October, but there's summer out side.
I had a hot spring and a very cool summer. Is this the Universe giving me a little bit of heat for the season passed?
Still a little bit broken. Stubbornly holding a grudge. I miss the springtime challenge!
But my Indian Summer is refreshing! I' m sure it will bring a challenge of its own!

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Autumn is coming. Not a metaphor, the real one.
Can you feel it?
I'm OK.
But there still is alot I have to learn.

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I was right about something, and I was wrong about so many other things.
So December caught up with us.
I was looking in your eyes through the dimness of the settling night and the only thing left there was the sorrow of knowing I will never do it again! The terror of "never again" had vanished, though.
I cried and I cried and I cried...
There is nothing more left now.

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Like someone bizarrely would hang a bunch of fish in the window to dry in afternoon sun, I've been hanged out to dry. Only because I can't unhook myself!
But yesterday was a turning point, I can feel it.
Yesterday and today it's all about the past tense. Tomorrow how ever... it will be all about the hooking, hanging and drying out.