"So wicked does destruction appear to honest minds." (paraphrase)
- Charles Dickens
In this heat it is difficult to sell the concept of autumn. I must find the fall lest I forget the meaning of it entirely. Tis the season for rituals, harvests and decay. For waning light, long shadows and reverence. I must go north to see for myself the reminders of grace.
It's time to make arrangements.
Today's Jazz Hands tell a tale of two lands.
Day two-hundred and sixty-five complete.
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