We picked apples and made promises of the autumn sort.
Then a different we cooked dinner with Neil Young* and Paul Simon and it was delicious, warm, and joyful.
Then another we flipped a coin and saw a dance (which was really many dances) by many dancers (but really one) and it was chilly but that was okay.

I have a bed now.
And I haven't been sad in a while.

*Tomorrow night is the harvest moon, celebrate.

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