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Season's turn
Tonight is what my summer senses call cold. Lows of 8C/ mid-50sF. I will not not NOT turn on the heat for that. But I think of the Karin hero snuggling up to the White Tiger of the West and wish I had a White Tiger of the West to snuggle up with. Ah well. Beanbags and flannel pillow cases will have to do instead.
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And in fact one need merely close the windows and curtains and all is well. Except that closed curtains lead me into sleeping into noon, which to my shock I've just done.
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