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fourteen september
seven : thirty-eight p.m.
she went home for the weekend.
i thought i would be sad about being alone - it has happened every other time she has left - but something feels different this time.
the weather is absolutely perfect. a bit chilly, with a nice breeze. blues skies. cauliflower clouds. it smells like autumn.
the windows are open and the sun has set and the night insects are emerging and singing.
i think i'll keep my music off tonight.