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In a town where the leaves stay one season all year long, the only way I can tell it's november is the fact that it takes so long to put on all the clothes I need to keep warm that taking them off is physically tiring and I count it as excercise. And so is everything else, but in the wintertime no one feels motivated to do anything anyway so it's fine. It's a period of seasonal lethargy that I can sink comfortably into. See you on the couch, mummified by blankets.