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So Many Fires
Fall. Winter.
As I prepare, or don”™t prepare, for the holidays,
As I coast along this time,
This time that I have always considered my time,
My season,
My best,
The time I shine most, if at any part of the year,
I know what I must do, but I don”™t know what I am thinking.
Or how I feel about the roads.
And to think it will all be over soon, in January...
One of the times in all the places I”™ve been
That I like the least.
But, for now, it is Fall.
And good projects, they are everywhere,
Which means new cool stuff is coming. And I know you like new cool stuff. I also know that you like when people tell you to “stay tuned” because that means the “new cool stuff” is “coming your way.” So I know you like everything I”™m saying now. And that you won”™t forget me.
Here is a list of stuff:
Interesting things related to the book, things related to the screenplay (that”™s a big one), and other sorts of things and stuffs, too.
That was a great list.
Also for now, because it is still Fall and these are my days, a bit of rhyme:
O, Noon,
You beautiful thing!
Ten hours of sleep,
Warm covers run deep,
Lights glimmer through my dream”¦
You beautiful thing.
O, Noon.
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