so it’s fall in the tropics, which means 85 degree weather and the
constant threat of hurricaines. ugh.
i love real fall. i love crunchy leaves and fuzzy sweaters and knee
high boots. i love the misty grey sky shot through with red and gold
leaves. i love a little nip in the air, enough to want a scarf but not
a real jacket.
so friends and blog readers, tell me about your fall. please. pretty please.

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The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Willem de Kooning