The smoke from the distant fires is dragging a haze over the sky, and the smell of burnt sugar is still permeating the house. Between them, they create a sense of looming disaster which I can't quite shake, though I know it to be false. My senses are a bit stronger than my brain these days. There are strange autumn dreams, too, of which I remember only fragments and haunting images. My head should clear a bit once the days cool off again. Now, I must vacuum the room, as I foolishly forgot to close my windows while the detritus was being flung from the gutters. Dumbness.
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The smoke from the distant fires is dragging a haze over the sky, and the smell of burnt sugar is still permeating the house. Between them, they create a sense of looming disaster which I can't quite shake, though I know it to be false. My senses are a bit stronger than my brain these days. There are strange autumn dreams, too, of which I remember only fragments and haunting images. My head should clear a bit once the days cool off again. Now, I must vacuum the room, as I foolishly forgot to close my windows while the detritus was being flung from the gutters. Dumbness.
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