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There is a certain quality of light that seems to belong solely to autumn. It's like the world tints gold and amber. It only seems to happen in the late afternoon. Summer has a similar phenomenon, but everything in summer lives in the sheen of a heat haze. Autumn's cold air lends an edge to everything. For a short time, everything is crisp and clear, shaded in the colors of good tea.
I am just not feeling it today. It? I don't know. Just feeling vaguely uncomfortable, doubtful, and off. Support is good today, just don't ask me what's wrong. I don't know, seriously. Just a mood. I'm also feeling a little squeamish about touch.
Meh. I hate it when I feel like this.
I am just not feeling it today. It? I don't know. Just feeling vaguely uncomfortable, doubtful, and off. Support is good today, just don't ask me what's wrong. I don't know, seriously. Just a mood. I'm also feeling a little squeamish about touch.
Meh. I hate it when I feel like this.