As the day grows dark, the chill of the day deepens. This is the season when irrationality seems to flourish, when purpose seems to schlep away without reason. I seem to be caught up in the foolishness surrounding me, and apparently am unable to influence.
Flight, escape, away
a distant dream imagine
is the grass greener?
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