Sunny Days...pushing the CLouds away....
Not really. At least, not in Portland. It rained last night. And into the abiss, the fog takes shape. THis season, of all seasons....is my season. A time of might and magic. Like a schoolboy, wrapped in his first exciting novel, i emitt a firey glow. TO those of yander.......do not judge. Spoken words curse the night and thaw the day, to begin......submit to the Autumm rain...........
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And so it fell, this gentle element. To which i taste some sad song of old, with story it binds, never told. Lapping the night, the fog rolls in, and consumes that which is bright at bouncey. Those who embrace, are the scholars and old souls alike. Hello new stranger, for you are known well. Please endure the season, till we lift the spell.....
Dizzy D
