Sunday, October 12, 2003
The wind today. Chilled, but has that excellent autumn feel to it. Misty and hovering in dark mildly headachy sky. Nothing like when I was out east though, none of the crispness, or coloured smell of leaves here. Still.
I'd only write when importance gripped, or otherwise I'd have to make what I write seem important by style.
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