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Fall. The air is changing. It’s still muggy but less hot now.
Though it’s hidden behind the clouds, the moon is full today.
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
I’ve done my best, tried until I couldn’t see straight anymore, or find any other errors to fix. It’s 9/29/23, 18 days until . . . my book, my beloved son, both fully grown now, will soon fly away, and be free of me and my perfectionist ways. To live their lives on their own. Though not alone, never alone.
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