Ah, yes… The lazy days of Indian Summer. All the windows in the house are open. A gentle breeze billows out the curtains carrying the sound of cicadas singing their fall song, a lonely train whistle far in the background, and as a special treat in my neighborhood, the incessant screaming of ignorant rednecks. Sigh.
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“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just...come out the other side. Or don't.”
by Stephen King The Stand