I think all the leaves took a dive last night sometime between the thunder and the wind. I biked this morning across a carpet of the last oranges and yellows and reds of the season. It kept going into the library and across the halls. The leaves dotting the floor like footprints.
I should make that more interesting. Leaves leaving footprints. Meh. Oh well.
Last night I dreamed about pancakes, and broken phones, and coming home only to be stuck on the outside, peering in through the windows and thinking, 'I used to BE there! I used to BE!'
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