Saturday, August 10, 2013. I love August in the northern woods. This time of year, one can literally smell the change of seasons in the night air. Already gone are the too-hot nights of July when I throw my windows open and beg for a breeze off the lake to cool my bare skin as I sleep, fan humming overhead. The air tonight is heavy and damp with the scent of white pine. Each year at this time, the P.

When she takes one huge breath and closes her eyes to drift back to sleep, she sees nothing but a haze of green smoke mixing with purple, and a lone figure that seems to be watching her from afar.

Jag flyttar ut från mitt slott. Saker förändras och utvecklas genom hela livet. Likt att ett långt och underbart kärleksförhållande kan ta slut och det är dags att gå vidare, så kan det även ske med andra ting. Som med den här bloggen. Det är dags att gå vidare nu. Min nya blogg heter geckocat. Jag och killen ska se.

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