The things outside my window are all dead...as well might be the things inside. It's a still day - not quite stagnant but quiet and unmoving. My life lacks any lifelike qualities. The air is dry and my throat parched from a continuous effort to find moisture where there simply is none. November - a month in declining health. A month of rot. I hate it so.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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