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September 30, 2012
September fell, along with the leaves.

It breathed its final sigh, a cold, sharp sound that slapped through the walls that I had used to cocoon my poor body.

The light days that filled me up with bubbles and energy have given way to a dank, covering darkness. A gentle darkness that sleeps and groans softly and whispers that a chill is coming, full of little frost-sprites that nip at your nose and tease their teeth into your fingers.

Soon it will be a time to wear hats and gloves and scarfs and have nice warm toast with butter.