Yes, I said see you Monday, but this lovely October light sure washes that Seahawk acid green out of your eyes. The first and last roses always the sweetest. Tomorrow, the last mow of the year.
“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” Anna Funder
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